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China DollCategory: Deep
Monday, 5 July 2010
04:58:35 PM (GMT)

China Doll

I sit on this shelf, high above the ground.
I remember the day that I was found.
I was loved and cherished, happy free.
That was until she forgot about me.

I sit on this shelf, looking down on the world.
Remembering the tea parties with my little girl.
Remembering smiles and laughter and joy.
Remembering me being called "Her" toy.

I sit on this shelf, I'm growing cold.
Watching My Girl slowly growing old.
Feeling dust collect on my cheeks.
Sitting up here, for days and weeks.

I sit on my this shelf, I can not move.
Watching as, My Girl, I slowly lose.
Crying tears unseen by the eye,
Thinking about how My Girl lied.

I sit on this shelf, and I am filled with rage.
Inside me there is a war being waged.
She said she would love me forever and more.
But those words seem to have walked out the door.

I sit on this shelf, and I can not take it.
So one day I find my mind and I make it.
With all of the force that I have at all,
I jump from this shelf and I fall.

I sat on that self for so many years.
Crying my cold and silent tears.
I lie here broken, but finally free.
My Girl no longer needs to care about me.

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