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My Death AngelYuri's POV
"You're not a dream?!"
"Of course not! I'm here and I will always follow you wherever you go. <(‾︶‾)>"
"No way!!! Even if I go to the bathroom? ::>_<::"
"Well, that'll depend on my mood.... ┌(^ .^)┘"
This isn't happening! Tell me this isn't happening!!!! .·´¯`(>▂<)´¯`·.
"Can every one else see you?"
"Nope. Only you. (*^ω^*)"
Great.... (#`-_ゝ-)
"Hmmm, now, let's plan about your condition, let's just deal with the persons whom you've made the greatest sin, who would it be?"
"My so-called 'parents' perhaps... ︶︿︶"
"Hey! You shouldn't say it like that! You must be thankful for them because if it wasn't for them you--"
"I wouldn't be in this world, I wouldn't be where I am by now, I wouldn't be existing. I know, but no matter how hard I try to make them proud of me, they see and always will see it as a failure. Like their telling me that I don't belong in that place, in their home. Maybe because I was the result of my mother's stupidity that she got pregnant at the age of 16. 'Is this all you can do?', 'Can't you do any better?' ... They never saw any goodness in me. No one saw any goodnes
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