.......shuddup. i'm not really tired. i got the hiccups alot this week. and there's a mexican guy out in kentucky that thinks i'm old enough to have margaritas. he kept giving me my mom's margarita. and melissa's. it was weird. and he stared at me while cleaning silverware. it was an odd night...
I am broken
Some may know me as an old doll
or a torn photograph
but no matter what,
I bring memories of past.
My chipped face was from the day
a litte girl chose to be angry at me
for something I never did.
The little pieces of me were tossed
out in to the garbage for a problem
I must’ve caused.
My enemies are people, for they
are the reason I am this way.
So now, as a doll,
I sit in a closet, just waiting,
for the day I’ll be needed.
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