Dolls

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By honesty_kills

so many pretty dolls on the shelf sitting alone, all by themselves see how they sit in such a still pose confining their secrets that nobody knows seated so straight, one leg over the other they will let no one blow their cover they laugh and giggle, skip and dance and theyd steal any man, if given the chance a doll can be purchased for 14 dollars with a bonus gift included, a fake diamond collar. she comes with an outfit, shoes and a purse nobody understands that this life is a curse it is a disease that has stricken her mind a cure for this fatality, nobody can find so she will live on, in a life not her own and the realness of her life will never be shown i cant imagine being so fake a decision that i will refuse to make and i will keep living, and watching them fall because they chose to live, the life of a doll.

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