I spent all my time in my room thinking of how I could make my dream come true. Before I knew it morning turned to night and days. Days were weeks and weeks turned into months. Soon I wasn't alone anymore. Finally, I created you, perfect or not you were mine and that's all I cared about at the time. With a shaky breath I pulled the switch and crossed my fingers. Whispering to myself I said. "Please work...."
Their was a lonely boy who ounce had a dream. In his dream he meet a girl that reminded of him a girl he ounce new. Falling in love with this girl was not easy because he could never really got to see her. So what happens when he makes the girl from his dreams?
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