Little Girl In the Window
Am I even real?
Perhaps I'm just a
mannequin
A statue of many
identities
Just none of her own
Dress me up
Or dress me down
Underneath it
all;nothing is real
But a frail frame
With no good fortune
Take me apart
Tear out my heart
Shove me in the back
of the closet
Till I'm needed
again..
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