I Am not a thing
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- Chapitres 15
I was thing or you can say a show piece for them.
i was just supposed to serve them...
Then disappear.. After all no one wants to see pathetic me.
they would say, " you are no one to us. just a accomidity. "
i hate the word 'thing'
Every ending is not supposed to be happy
read the story to find
this is my first story so hope you understand guys
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