As I brushed my hair up to prep up for school, my small mirror fell down and broke into pieces. I went and looked at it, reflecting my face all over those shattered parts. A chill pierced my spine through. I just smiled and said, "I'm okay even if I'm this broke." Which literally described my wallet RN. But I can't just shake the feeling that it was pointing out to my heart that's currently pained and depressed.
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Emotion Speaks: Illusions and Aches
RandomA collection of short literary works about emotions springing to life through words of a broken-hearted writer, one-sidedly loving a single man through years of admiration. Mixed works of real and imaginative words, scenarios will always give you t...
