

The Broken DollThere she sits, The doll of my childhood. Fractured and broken, By harsh realityThe Broken Doll
Her eyes are dead, The spirit gone so easily taken By society's noxious fumes. Can anyone repair her?
Her clothes hide how she feels, Her smile deflects the tears. Can anyone help this poor broken doll?
Her eyes are dull Her voice cracks, "Please?" Weary sighs and hidden cries. She begs for protection.
Will anyone help her before its too late?
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