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i must plaster on chemicals and colors, to be beautiful. i am required to be plastic, prim and proper, servants in my own lives, always being and thinking, and doing, exactly what i'm told. i am a doll, a tool, only there for the joy and service of others, just because i was born as i am, something in which i have no control.
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Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 2:01 PM UTC
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i must plaster on chemicals and colors, to be beautiful. i am required to be plastic, prim and proper, servants in my own lives, always being and thinking, and doing, exactly what i'm told. i am a doll, a tool, only there for the joy and service of others, just because i was born as i am, something in which i have no control.
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Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 2:01 PM UTC
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