dolls.

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school
is a dollhouse
and we
are the imprisoned dolls.
Staring at each other
with lifeless eyes
standing
abnormally still.
Porcelain skin
due to no sleep.
Painted smiles
are a fake happiness
to cover up
how sad we are.
Going insane
from the
countless bad days.
But we still
Remain smiling.

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