She always thought of herself as a doll.
It was the only way she wouldn't find it entirely pathetic.
Once a boy asked her why?
Because I don't own my life.
I move here and there, as everyone please.
I get to die at some point. Somebody has to restart me, for I can't do it myself.
I dance, but I don't care...my body moves without a soul.
And...I have No feelings.
The boy thought about it...
What if I give you all?
