Doll

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She sits there like a porcelin doll
Making sure she does not fall
She sits there timidly, always meek
For she knows the consequences if she dares to speak
She cries on the inside, not the out
She does not even face a pout
For if she speaks or cries
Then real tears would fall from her eyes
And her soul would surely die





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