| The Object of My Affection | ||||
| Bark V.2 Crusty and easily broken In my hands. Like all of us, It is dead. Failure leads to death. Crusty and easily broken. I am thinly covered. Nineteen years old. This shell is dead. V.3 Broken Hands. Us. Dead. Failure. Protect. Nineteen. Broken. Hands. Dead. V.4 Broken. Dead. Nineteen. Dead. |
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| Author's note: Just to throw a little different style onto the original, I simply started deleting words and phrases. |
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