Broken Doll
I’m like a doll.
A lifeless body
without a soul.
A porcelain replica,
a hollow face,
an empty heart
and chest filled with fibre.
I’m like a doll.
Haunting eyes,
with a sorrow filled glance.
Countless hair fine cracks upon my cheeks,
each with their own tale to tell.
A broken doll,
that’s what I am.
With no mind,
no feelings that are my own.
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