She knew. She knew she wasnt real. She was a figment of his imagination. What seemed like a real girl was a doll with cracks under her doll clothes,broken pieces unexposed. She smiled as it was painted on her face. She was blessed though. She loves him more than her heart. More than her soul. He is her first thought and her last and every thought inbetween and for every one who has said I will always be there and walked away,he stayed. Shes simply doll but she sees everything through painted eyes.
She knew. She knew she wasnt real. She was a figment of his imagination. What seemed like a real girl was a doll with cracks under her doll clothes,broken pieces unexposed. She smiled as it was painted on her face. She was blessed though. She loves him more than her heart. More than her soul. He is her first thought and her last and every thought inbetween and for every one who has said I will always be there and walked away,he stayed. Shes simply doll but she sees everything through painted eyes.
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