A RAG DOLL BEING PULLED APART A RAG DOLL THAT HAS NO HEART... SOMETHING THAT HAS BEEN STITCHED TOGETHER BUT IT SEEMS AS IF NOT STRONG ENOUGH A LOOSE THREAD HERE A LOOSE THREAD THERE SOONER OR LATER SHE WILL JUST DISAPPEAR FALL APART ONE PIECE AT A TIME KIND OF LIKE WHEN ONE LOSES THEIR MIND. CONSTANTLY HAVING YOUR GUARD UP...AFRAID OF NOT ACTING TOUGH. TAKING A BEATING BEING KICKED TO THE GROUND BEING DRAGGED BY YOUR OWNER AND THROWN AROUND THE RAG DOLL CAN ONLY TAKE SO MUCH BEFORE THEY HAVE TURNED INTO JUNK.
Reason for writing:
Right now this is the way I feel. It's 12:30 AM and this is how I feel.
Birth sign: Pisces
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