"Please consider me a dream" -Franz Kafka Free books!
Almost dying twice in the same month. I remember curling for how much it hurt. Everything was packed so I couldn't find, the tool to cut my heart. So instead I just cried. Writing a note in my imaginary world. I lost all hope. And I couldn't fly. As the window wasn't tall. In that house, what a happy house it was. Where I cried all night. And my chest hurt like it've been stabed. But she never tried to hide. The thing that almost took my life. And that covered my body in scars...