Enchantress

I heard her beautiful yet scorning laugh, directed at me.

"You're just plain dumb." The corner of her lips widened as she gazed at me.

"But i loved you!" I helped her remember what she was trying to disregard.

"Really?" Her mocking tone, piercing through my chest again; her eyes, sneering at me.

I drew her towards me, grasping her arm, pulling together my brows, sucking in her sharpness, but
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she was an ENCHANTRESS, operating my emotions, like a little girl manipulates her favorite doll. Yes, i was her favorite doll.

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