I'm sorry

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I was her's, she thought me and she made me. one given day drinking her thired cup of coffee, she created me.

A spark, an idea she rushed to her computer and started to write, she gave me a name and a body, filled me with everythink that came up in her mind. she made me her, i lived to do her bidding she made me walk.

she made me run, she put her foot forward and watched me fall. I walked for her some more i ran for her some more. one time she even mad me crawl, out of harms way of course. I sat at the the table for her, I drank tea, coffee, wine and whiskey and water for her. She changed my clothes and changed my hair, she made me jump she thought me at her computer.

she gave me a reason to use it?

she gave me motives to live and motives to want to die.

I stood behind her, I stood in front of her