Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez up above. Relates to story told by unknown below.
Unknown: i'm in the mood to tell a story.
Analise: i'm not in the mood to listen.
Unknown: i think you want to hear this one.
Analise: fine. shoot.
Unknown: there was a little girl. happy as can be. she had her dolls and her other toys. she was just like her dolls, you see? she lived in a dollhouse. nothing was as it seemed. it wasn't real. her relationship with her father? not real. her parent's marriage? not real. her happiness wasn't real. she wanted it all to stop. as she grew, the darkness inside her grew too. she turned to alcohol. midnight rendezvous with strangers. she embraced her darkness. who am i referring to Analise?
Analise: i don't like this story.
Unknown: why not?
Analise: because. the little girl you're referring to is me.
Unknown: do you want to know how your story ends?
Analise: no. not at all.
Unknown: i do. it all depends on how you play the game.
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You Don't Know Me
Mystery / ThrillerI'm invisible. I'm no one. I'm the shadows you cast on the ground in the summer and the chill you feel in your bones in the winter. I am everyone, I am someone. I'm the strangers you see in the mall, the unknown numbers calling your phone. I am your...
