Mary Love was a girl and she was imaginary.
She only belonged to me but she was always sad.
She would scream,cry and cut.
She never knew what love was.
But her name was Mary Love, How could she not know what love was?
Mary Love. I always cared for you. I tried to make you happy and I had made you a companion, You were obsessed but he left you and you ended it so you sit here in my hands and cry your little fragile eyes as he waves good bye to you over and over.
I only wish I could help you. But Mary Love. You wont let me?
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