He had keys for doors that no longer existed and kept them anyway, sorted by the year the building came down. On Sundays he laid them out on the…
What the Locksmith Knew — Klára S.
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Klára S. · 11 comments
I feel broken Nowhere to go My heart is screaming Worried he will say no I wanna run away From all these fears I wanna hide away In my sorrowful…
Broken — Crimson s.
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Crimson s. · 1 comment