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Can you feel it pulsating?
Inside is a heart.
She thinks without worring.
Everyone tears her apart.
Shes nothing more than a little doll.
An object for your affection.
She can hear the unseen and foremore.
Shes nothing near perfection.
They stick needles in her and watch her twitch,
Thier twisted enjoyment.
Ripping her arms and hiding her tears,
This trigger emplodes on them.
A gift so unknown
Is her secret weapon
It's no doom or gloom...for her
Only her
Protection
- by Ungrateful_Love |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/31/2009 |
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- Title: My Voodoo Doll
- Artist: Ungrateful_Love
- Description: This is something recently wrote, I just got in a bad scrape at school and this describes how I'm dealing with it and my emotions...enjoy.^-^
- Date: 01/31/2009
- Tags: voodoo doll torture tears possessions
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