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I
sit down to write.
Things
aren’t going as planned and my mind is a blur of thoughts.
The
past fills my every mental crevice.
Left
..
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I realize I am a doll
Emotionless,
heartless, numb
Dragging, trailing
behind my owner
My mother, that is.
She braids my hair,
gives me ..
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