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Apr 2012
Dear Girl,

I once was beautiful
With a dress of black lace
And dark blue ribbons
Tied in my hair

Stored high on a store shelf
I smiled all day
As children passed wishing to play
Once denied by their parents they'd sulk away

This bothered me so
Created to serve but one purpose
To put a smile on the face of every child

I began to loose hope
As each day seemed to prove my failure
Still with all my beauty
The store keeper decided to move me

I was now hidden
From the eyes of each small child
They'd have to search
To find me a simple dolly

Then one day you saw me
And a gentle smile came across your face
You pulled me into you arms
Whispering "she's perfect"

Holding me tight
You ran for your mommy
Begging her to buy me

My smile had come back
I felt no longer a failure
Safely snugged in your arms
My button eyes gleamed brighter

I loved you that much I knew
From the first time I saw you
The drive to my new home
Seemed to take forever

Once we had gotten there
You made me promises as you brushed my hair
Even with my mouth stitched shut
You said I said so much

You whispered your secrets without a fright
And you'd pull me close every night
We'd hide under the blankets
When the day turned to night

But one day you went out
I awoke on your shelf
For the first time you left me...
I waited all day for you to come home

Then when I saw you walk
I smiled and lifted my head
I figured you run and grab me
Then cry when you said how much you missed me

Instead you grabbed my ripping arm
And tossed me to the bed
My arm hung by one thread
You just smiled as I cried
Then my tears you fed

I knew then
You'd never be the same girl  again
The one who pulled me from that self where I hid
Who promised to protect me no matter your health

That's when it started
My beauty faded away
As I became your Voodoo Doll
And your heart wilted over

One night you'd cuddle me
And whisper how much you loved me
You'd even clean my one eye
(The other disappeared after your first trip)

The next you rip out my seems
And stab me with pens
As the room filled with my muffled scream
You smile so pleased

Sure you'd stitch me back up
But to what just take em out again?
My visions became blurred
As your unhappiness was taken out

You used to treat me like a person
Turns out it wrong
I guess it will always be
Me who is the toy...

Sincerely,
Your Voodoo Doll



P. S.
I still have but one more secret
Even with all this pain
I'll always love you

Please don't go away...
I wrote this about my recent experiences:/
That are still continuing soo
Jasmine Blick
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