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My hair was curled into
Thousands of tiny
Ringlets and my ears
Were dressed with fancy
Pearls, as was my neck.
My dress had been puffed up
To the point that I
Couldn’t properly fit through
A normal door.
I felt like a misplaced Cinderella
Or china doll.
Dressed and make-up just wasn’t
Who I was, or who
I wanted to be.
I wasn’t dressy or rich,
I was laid back.
Then why did I have
To be a Barbie doll?
Oh yeah, Mom and Dad.
I’d forgotten about them.





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