Maybe it's my destiny to never be loved.
But does it have to hurt this much? Does my chest have to burn, my throat sear, my eyes swell and my heart break into thousands and thousands of dreams and wishes that would never come true? I'm truly a doll--living only for the happiness for my puppet masters, the one who holds the strings to me.
A doll will never be loved.
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