Maya “I’m not someone who is... loved.” Tears flickered my eyes, once more, with mascara stained beneath them. “People don’t see me as a prized possession, Javier... and, when you make it seem like that, I’m thinking...” I sniffled sadly, before continuing. “How long is it gonna last? Will he hate me soon? Cause...” “…I’m a fucking wreck, a sadist... a broken doll with a barbie face.” The real part of me, was just spilled, because I was tired. In the beginning of my wretched life, I just wanted something simple, not complicated. That was why I didn’t want to be the special one, the first place. Deep down my heart, I wanted the family I never had. I wanted a loving husband, who won’t walk out the door to his secretary, one day… I wanted kids too. I mean, it would be heartening to see them run in diapers, the air reeked of baby powder. Seemingly, they could grow the first 18 years of their lives, with their parents... unlike me. “Not loving you, or hating you is the last thing o
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