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behind the shadows beneath the case, lies a doll with inmence pain, skin made of glass, heart made of human, the walls are caving in, the time is fading out, death is not my consort but the truth lies in your eyes, hear the children laught beyon the forest of the silent, the blood trails behind me the eyes are dead, the bodies crawl on their knees, they reach for my heart beyon the percelain chest, i heave and breathe harder than before but now ash is all thats lefts laying on the cold glass floor ~doll~