Is it time again? For me to be your doll? Time for play, time to undress and pretend that you love me once again? Sometimes I wish I could be a doll, then it might not hurt so much when you only seem to have one use for me, to be cast aside after you are finished playing at loving me. No love and kisses in-between for the in-between me. Those are reserved for that other part of me, china doll me.