I feel like a mannequin in a glass case.
Displayed like a jewelled prize, with no one able to touch me in the end.
Is this why I was born, Mother? Is this how I am supposed to be raised, to do this god be damned duty of being a fucking doll?
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Fanfiction{Part 2, Ethereal Deaths} "Get away, away, away from me Get away, away from me Whoever it may be, save me please Please save me It continues even when I run away I'm caught in a growing lie" [Also on: Asianfanfics (blackfantasies_) Ao3 (illusiona...