Who am I? Like I know.
Tell me something. Do you know?
It's been a very long time. Yet.
I wonder. Do you?
I'm in the middle. Two.
I want. Included.
Am. Broken.
Is. Alone.
Not even you. Fix.
It's not about how many times I wanted to.
It's about how many times I tried.
I'm disappearing.
Time to say-
Goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
Holding On One Last Time
FantasyA short story about a broken girl. (true) Ends okay.