"when the glasspot fell to the floor, it broke into thousand pieces. at the same time, my heart broke into just as many pieces as the glasspot. I tried to pick them up, but I couldn't tell what piece that was my heart, and what piece was not. So I ended up cutting my fingers a throusand times before I could collect and remake all the chambers in my heart that was made for you" - Me

wrote a story, and I just came up with this as I wrote!

I'm veryhappy actually!