Diary of a Broken Toy Girl

A bonbon, but who wants to eat a dirty bonbon lying on the street?

MARK held his pen. He doubted. Are these the right words? Am I saying what I feel? Well, soon it won’t matter anymore.

The desk vibrated. No, it wasn’t the desk, it was his cell phone.

She was calling.



I don’t have the answer, but I have experiences and would like to share them with you, but will you share yours with me?

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