The gears of the clock towers clicking woke me up as I stared at the grey, lifeless sky of the apocalypse. Only thing I could see through my one working doll eye was a few mutaded crows with their sharp talons and gear like wings. My leg needed oiling again so I walked to the mirror and saw my चीनी मिटटी, चीनी मिट्टी के बरतन doll face, my short blue collared dress, and my artificial metal limbs. My hideous face showed no bounds. It was a long time since I died. My master put my दिल in this prison of steam and iron. I. definetly enjoyed slitting his throat with my one चाकू arm. Oh the so many people whom I चुरा लिया their robotic parts. But its not about the parts.
I just want someone to play with forever.
And ever
And ever
And ever.......
Will आप play with me?
I just want someone to play with forever.
And ever
And ever
And ever.......
Will आप play with me?
