I am a person
I breathe
I have feelings
I have a life
But to you I’m a doll
A play thing
Something you deal with until you get tired of it
Why even pick me up in the first place?
Why not just leave me in my box with my pretty clothes and accessories?
I was doing fine and you personally chose me out of all the other dolls
When you could of let me wait for a better owner
An owner who would cherish their doll forever
Does such an owner even exist?
I doubt it
Actually, how about no one buy me
I think staying in this box is safer
Sitting here collecting dust
Because if I never leave this box, no one can get tired of me
Cut my hair
Break my little body parts
Lose me
Forget about me
Yeah
Just leave me in this box
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