:: Chucky ::

On how we loved him.

How we adored him.

How much we loved to play with him.

How much endless hours we spent telling him how we felt.

And while we did all these, Chucky just smiled.

And then one day he decided to speak.

It become bad.

And that’s how we got hurt.

By a the silence of a smile.

Mkie.

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