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I looked at you like you were the last thing I could ever see . an innocence , with a child's trust , fufilled in you . it's like receiving your first animal and never wanting anything but for it to be happy and safe . I was that way with you . you looked at me with use . I was an object you wanted to dismantle and remake into your way of perfect . I let you . now I have to find the pieces marked with my own signature and not yours .
- your’s truely , o.r.o













