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The Broken Doll

Poetry By: Catalyst Angel

Tags: Pain, Emo

Being disowned

Submitted:Jun 10, 2010    Reads: 94    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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