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Darkness threads through my skin, my master hangs me alone
Wire slices though my heart these strings cut to the bone
My limbs they scream in agony, these routines I find a bore
I cry so desperately for their help yet they clap and cheer for more
Each new day brings torment, each night an empty dream
For one person to turn around and here this voiceless scream
The darkness creates a blanket, my creator maliciously grins
Throwing me in this coffin tangled in blood soaked strings
A creation, a doll, a worthless toy, unloved without a soul
These clumsy stitches are falling apart for this girl no longer whole
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