am i anything more than another doll in your playhouse?
is there really something special about me or am i just another character in your game?
sometimes i sit and wonder how many people you've used the same way you have me,
the possible number scares me
i've learned to keep my mouth shut,
if I ever ask, I know I'll be kicked to the curb
why do I settle to be just another doll?
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lunar sadness // poetry of the insomniac
ПоэзияTRIGGER WARNING; mentions of abuse, self-injury, drug use, sexual content, etc. read at your own risk. poetry is mine, most lyrics are not. i'll give credit to who wrote whatever. everything in this book is relevant to my own emotion. enjoy.
