Lifeless Body

May 26, 2010
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I cried outside as I held her in my arms, she fits perfectly in them. Her body is lifeless, without movement. Her braided hair that I play with so often is worn. Her clothes are tattered and torn but she is still beautiful to me. I always hold her close when I’m upset.

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