I don't need your love. I was broken, caged and now I'm free.
I passed out your cage with holding my broken pieces away. Nothing will fix until you confine yourself into my cage. Join the dolls theatre with surrounded rods that I have been imprisoned into it before. Let's see how long will you stand to be my marionette.
YOU ARE READING
Psychopath.
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