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The strings are pulled to wake you up another day collecting dust. You look in her eyes while she stands and smiles, all you see is a distant reflection watching the work through her eyes as time passes by. You porcelain doll is chipping away on the inside. As she shatters and breaks Glass sprawled out on the floor you watch her get cut as she tries to pick her self back up not wanting to anymore. She's locked out the world you little perfect porcelain doll with her once perfect hair, smooth skin and big beautiful eyes that let you in. And yet you still don't notice how your once little perfect porcelain doll is shattered and cracked and hasn't said a word she silently stops picking up the pieces and thinks in her old broken mind just how many lies and secrets can this old chipped porcelain smile hide. But one day you little perfect porcelain doll will shatter and break and so will her old chipped smile. And you will finally see that your little perfect porcelain doll isn't so perfect at all.
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 7:10 PM UTC
Your little perfect porcelain doll
The strings are pulled to wake you up another day collecting dust. You look in her eyes while she stands and smiles, all you see is a distant reflection watching the work through her eyes as time passes by. You porcelain doll is chipping away on the inside. As she shatters and breaks Glass sprawled out on the floor you watch her get cut as she tries to pick her self back up not wanting to anymore. She's locked out the world you little perfect porcelain doll with her once perfect hair, smooth skin and big beautiful eyes that let you in. And yet you still don't notice how your once little perfect porcelain doll is shattered and cracked and hasn't said a word she silently stops picking up the pieces and thinks in her old broken mind just how many lies and secrets can this old chipped porcelain smile hide. But one day you little perfect porcelain doll will shatter and break and so will her old chipped smile. And you will finally see that your little perfect porcelain doll isn't so perfect at all.
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 7:10 PM UTC
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