doll
her skin is pierced with needles, stitching up her rips stuffing her imperfections back inside hiding her flaws from view the pain unbearable the stitching never stops as she is worn and torn she is used and discarded put back on the shelf to repeat the process over and over time and time again until there isn't anything left to stitch all thats left is a pile of stuffing the once beautiful doll now nothing more than scraps.
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