I want to go
But you hold me in your palm
Like I'm a little doll
Helpless and quiet
You crumble me more each day
Until I am not myself anymore.
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Buried || #Wattys2016
PoetryWords buried in my mind,excavated with each stroke of a pen. Highest rank: #29 in poetry.
||doll||
I want to go
But you hold me in your palm
Like I'm a little doll
Helpless and quiet
You crumble me more each day
Until I am not myself anymore.
