I feel as if I'm just a toy for you. my entire purpose in life is to bring you immense pleasure and to offer a few moments of entertainment before I'm left useless yet again. Thrown in a box only being pulled out when you have no other options left. That's how you make me feel.
It's as if my body is made of the same cheap, second-rate plastic, easily crushed under the slightest bit of pressure or snapped in half from a forceless hit. A hit to the heart should do it, end me once and for all? Am too unloveable and repulsive for a boy like you.
I'm the toy that you disposed of and now I'm left to feel like an unwanted broken toy waiting for the next person to soon dispose of me. They'll grow old of the same old bells and whistles, all the tricks and most of all me, just like you did, just like they all do.
For there shall always be a toy far superior to I, bringing you what you most desire, excitement, entertainment. someone flasher and pre-eminence because she's made to last, she's not cheap and trashy like I am. Most importantly, unlike me, she won't be broken and you won't have to hide her away when your friends come to play.
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Melancholia
Romance"a man who had brought her nothing but misery" I thought I was in love once, but that wasn't enough. I hope you find this interesting. it's such a strange new experience for me to share such intimate details about my personal life. I often find it s...
