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A Doll?
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Ongoing, First published Jul 05, 2016
Prologue

If I left you?
Would you miss me?

If I forget you?
Would you do everything just to make me love you?

If I Hate you?
Would you make me Love you again?

If you hate me now...
or forever...
Would you forget everything you do just for me?

If you hate me..
Would you forget every single piece about me?

If you hate me....
Would you love me If I die?

because every single piece about you,
 is the most forgetless thing in my life, 

Every single piece about you, 
is every single piece about me

 everything thing about you, is everything about me

Your life, is My life

If you Die,
I Die

If you Hate me,
I love you

If you yell,
I Silence

If you Love someone,
I'll wait for you to love me back again

Is That What they call
"A Doll?"

But...Dont worry
One Day I'll "move on"

One Day I'll Take my "Revenge"
And I will make you suffer

and you'll "be mine"
again
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