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The Dolls Eyes

Her eyes... that’s what I remember of her, the last thing about her that i cared about. Those eyes that burned my very soul. The eyes in the doll.

She could look at you with them and the whole world seemed like it didn't even exist to you. The day when our eyes first met i will never forget those eyes that could make you melt.

To my surprise I never liked anything else about her, only her eyes. There was only that and nothing more to love about her.

Now she had a new guy that always look into the eyes that I loved, as I walked around the house thinking what I should do, I happened to find a porcelain doll that my little sister had loved, THAT’S IT! I will take her eyes and cherish them from this doll forever in them anymore.

 I have been thinking this over for some time now and I have come to this conclusion if anyone else looked into those eyes then I wouldn't even exist So the next night i took her into my room and took those eyes from her. after that I took her to the lake in the back and let her body rot in that water, I went back turned into my little sisters room and Stoll a porcelain doll from her collection and put the eyes in the doll so she can forever look at me and never leave my eyes. She never looked so beautiful in her life.
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