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Goodnight Doll II

All the girls say he’s who everybody wants, and how his smile could light up any space
providing I as there. I don’t know how much I would agree with that privilege, none
the less, I dwelled in it for too many months. At night he would come to me in
dreams, luring me into a feign realm of love. Well, what seemed to be love. My mind
would manipulate each thought of him that was in my possession, and cause me to
become enthralled with each package of hope that he threw at me.
The day that he finally created so much anxiety inside of me, I became enraged. Too
many times had he made me believe that there was a chance for us, and I had had
enough of it. When my pen stopped and the product revealed every angry thought -
he read. The silence was deafening, and he cried. Each tear broke my heart more
than his confusion ever had. These days, I think to myself, what a year, what a
privilege.

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