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" lonely and forgotten, never thought she'd look my way... but she smiled at me, and held me, just like she used to do... like she loved me; when she loved... me... "
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coughs. we know where this is going.
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when somebody loved me, everything was beautiful. every hour we spent together, lives within my heart.
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"amy? whats wrong?" you asked. placing your hands on the young girls' shoulder made her look up from her book of many fantasies. she stared up at you and shook her head; again, indicating that nothing was wrong. she always gave you that answer.
fischl... that was her name. not amy. it wasn't amy.
"my name is fischl." she simply said before she turned her head back to her book. you sighed slightly and sat down on the chair beside her, twiddling your thumbs while you watched the young blonde girl read her endless lines of fantasy.
it wasn't something you were too happy about. she never liked going out to meet new people. she said it was because she didn't like the sun, but you knew she was just getting bullied by everyone outside. they called her weird. they called her delusional. they called her a monster for wearing an eyepatch. they called her names.
they called her different.
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and when she was sad, i was there to dry her tears. and when she was happy so was i, when she loved me.
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"amy, its dinner time by the way," you knocked on the young girls' bedroom door. it was shut, and it was always locked. she no longer trusted people. she no longer trusted people not to judge her lifestyle. she no longer wanted people to enter the life she called home.
