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The barbie doll lost her hands They were cut off by society's demands Starting from the fingers, they were easiest A waist larger then a twig just wouldn't fit So chop, chop, chop went the first finger along with her meals Touching limbs, no thigh gap Another two fingers thrown up in the toilet at 2am Painted her face too much, too little Chop, chop, chop goes two more Another budget spent on fixing her hair Ripped out another finger in an anxiety attack Pressure, pressure to give in She gives him her body and he takes two more fingers Hunger pains, you still can't see her hips She swallows the finale two fingers along with cotton He takes her palms with him as she leaves All she has is a broken body and empty limbs A perfect doll
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Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 10:04 PM UTC
Perfect Doll
The barbie doll lost her hands They were cut off by society's demands Starting from the fingers, they were easiest A waist larger then a twig just wouldn't fit So chop, chop, chop went the first finger along with her meals Touching limbs, no thigh gap Another two fingers thrown up in the toilet at 2am Painted her face too much, too little Chop, chop, chop goes two more Another budget spent on fixing her hair Ripped out another finger in an anxiety attack Pressure, pressure to give in She gives him her body and he takes two more fingers Hunger pains, you still can't see her hips She swallows the finale two fingers along with cotton He takes her palms with him as she leaves All she has is a broken body and empty limbs A perfect doll
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Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 10:04 PM UTC
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