Silent treatment
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What if nobody knew your name, what if you were left to rot as a pup. Just abandoned on the side of a road.
You used to be so innocent and sweet, then people started giving you the cold shoulder. You got more gruesome over the years and walked on people's corpses after killing them.
What if you were me?
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