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
At night in bed i lay And my mind tells me everyday "Do you want to go this way?" Because during every day, I suffer like theres no getting away From…
My mind — RandomName
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