And the China doll tried to love others,
To mold them to be able to fit in her g a p i n g holes,
As if torn limbs could patch her up.
But they couldn't fix her,
Because their lips were his lips
And their touches were his touches,
She couldn't e s c a p e.
And so the China doll cracked a little more
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destruction
PoetryShe set out to destroy herself, piece by piece she fall apart until the remains were too scattered and maybe she should've stopped from lighting herself on fire but why would she, when she had a lighter and the world around her was a tank filled wit...
