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4-28-02



Dont worry.



My porcalin's already worn it's paint away.



I'm only like those half made dollies.



In the factories. My body's all white



and dressless and lifeless eyes.



laying lost among the impared



imperfections. Never to know the



welcome of a childs love,



a simple hug. At least I'll



Never know the Pain of having



my glass broken. Here in the



dark, no one shall touch me.



At least I'm safe. Alone.