What's this, my precious, all alone?
Where...where are all the people?
All your lovely friends
That care so much for you?
WHAT?
What do you mean they're not here?
They're gone?
To where? For what?
But I thought that you said
You were
SO
important to them
I thought they loved you
SO MUCH?
I thought they liked you,
enjoyed you,
needed you,
WANTED YOU?
(Does this mean)
(Everything they said)
(Was a...
LIE!
...And maybe(just maybe)
The only thing you've got left
Is yourself
(And that's not very much at all, is it...
Precious?)
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dedicated to all my imperfect friends(because i wish you were all something none of you will ever be)
