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Completed, my first ever book. Hope it's likeable enough thanks to the one whoever read it. 

As you gulp the liver toxic liquid down your throat I just look at you with an unreadable expression as you use that alcoholic beverage as your pain killer whilst i wait for just a text to ease it a bit. 
          
          Nevertheless I guess i am supposed to wait? I let you use me like a toy, break it, smash it, crush it, must mostly love it? 
          
          But do you realise the value of this toy? You treat this toy like an emotional punching bag. Do you realise that the cotton of this punching bag is slowly getting torn apart? It's getting fragile, torn apart, old. 
          
          But the question is.. 
          Would you replace it toy tomorrow with a new one? 
          Would you someday feel sorry for the damage you caused to the toy? 
          Would you touch the toy, stitch it's cloth and add fresh cotton to it, and make it brand new? Make it heal? 
          Would you hold onto it with love? Or would you punch on it again? 
          

I really appreciate the people who've read this new book of mine and voted as well, i love the people who comment on it as well/will comment. I'm happy for the 12 reads I've gotten so far. 
          
          I ain't an amateur writer so please pardon my mistakes and all ideas are welcomed. 
          
          Thank you have a nice day! 

Woot woot 3 chapters updated today, see ya soon fellas! Byee have a nice day or night! <33

Sometimes it's all about the feelings one writes about without expressing that this is their real feelings. 
          
          Anyway how are you? Have a nice day! You deserve it!