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Apr 2015
Dragged in the corner of the room
My porcelain face started to crack
But I was made with eyes that cannot cry

I was given to you as a present
I was a sign of prestige for young girls
But I was put behind the wardrobe

I understand my looks gave you creeps
But my smile was genuine
Yet my stare was far off from this world

I wasn't given a life, only pretty colors
Etched on my skin were features of a human girl
On porcelain skin, I cannot show emotions
I have a victorian porcelain doll hidden behind my closet.  It kinda creep me out so i placed it behind my wardrobe.  I wonder if this is her life.
A Watoot
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A Watoot
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     Pamela Rae, ologundudu leke, --- and A Watoot
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