Another Lovely Story
She was my "owner".
He was my "cat".
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She liked to dream her wonderful but twisted world.
He liked to dream a world where he could speak freely with me.
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She created a world in her mind
He was my first creation, a split image of my now dearly hated cat
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She spoke with pain of the past
He spoke with fear of the future
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One day she forgot of me, and I was left like an old broken toy
One day it became too painful to play with him
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And break I did
And I forgot of him
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When we met again I was twisted and changed beyond recognition
When we met again I was broken beyond repair
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Time is said able to mends pains
They say time is able to heals pains
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But time can be dangerous too
But time can be disheartening too
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It can twist your desires
It can twist your wish
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The person you love most can become the person you want to kill for possessive reasons
A wish for happiness with your family can become a revengeful one
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But for now I will be by her side
But now I want to fight to save my world.
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I want to play at "cat and mouse" one time more
I want to play with him at Riddles one time more
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The clearing was soaked with blood, the only figure standing was the one of a cat. He was gently touching the face of a pretty girl's corpse with his nose, in the cat's yellow eyes you could see the all consuming madness. He gave a chilling laughter and couldn't help but think that the precious girl who had win against the Queen of Hearts wasn't very good at riddles.
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Do you want to know what the riddle was?
It is quite simple if I have to say, if a person gives life to a creature in their mind, then why couldn't this creature take life and become its own identity with its own desires?
Ok, another crappy story, sorry for the riddle, I didn't find a better way to put the concept.
Review if you want.