I'm the one you throw around Day after day. The one you have played make believe with that only really pleases you. You pull me apart and if I don't obey you begin to rage. I'm on a marigoround the never stops but if it did I would get off. Just to feel your shot because you know it's what I'm used to. You know if I get off I'll go far and won't come back. One day maybe you will find a new doll one with porcaline skin while mine is bruised, one with soft eyes while mine have no light, you will see her long beautiful hair while mine is gone because you decided to pull just a little to hard to hear me roar. You will see her and see something I no longer hold and she will end up being your new victim in the end.
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Life
Short StoryThis is pretty much like a personal diary of things going on in my life, my thoughts, and drama. Its things i hope some people can also relate to my diary/book.
