Chapter 1 - dolls

When Porcline Dolls Break



My mind begins to hurt.
My heart begins to race.
The world seems to stop,
When porcelain dolls break.

Fallen from a shelf.
Shattered on the ground.
And there is where I lie,
Until I am to be found.

Once a beautiful face.
Now broken in to pieces.
I will always remain broken,
No matter what they say.

My mind stops from pain.
My heart stops racing.
The world stays at a halt
Once porcelain dolls finish breaking.

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