p, s: pride
'Goddamn child,' her mother screamed in frustration seeing her covered in blood.
You are useless
For I know I am not
Lessen your ego
What shall I do-
kiss your precious toes?
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A.N. fourth installment- have you connected the stories? Does it bore you? Dear, don't be such an adore pampered doll- learn to say sorry for it's your fault.
---love, ☁️
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