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Being disowned
Submitted:Jun 10, 2010 Reads: 92 Comments: 1 Likes: 3
Cracked on the outside, broken on the inside.
You used to care about me but now you don't even look at me. Whatever did I do wrong? Could it be that you toyed with my virgin heart giving me false implentations of happiness?
Through my glass eyes and into my plastic ears I take into my senses the harsh realities of this cold world and your poor display of love. And so now I will become the very thing you sought out to create; A Broken Doll.
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