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The Broken Doll.
I'm just a broken doll, Unfortunately, no one can see. I was beaten and battered, But no one could have saved me.
It all began when I was alone on the shelf. The cruel world took me and I couldnt cry for help. I sowed my mouth shut and continued to smile. Nobody is coming to help, not for a long while.
I'm just a broken doll, Now everybody knows. Please forgive me for I do not know how your ...
Wednesday 11th July 2018 10:16 am
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