I'm just a pretty picture on a wall,
Seemingly perfect.
Hues of blues and reds,
That sit back and watch somebody tear it to shreds.
I'm just a barbie doll,
Seemingly perfect.
With a smile plastered on my face.
While I die inside everyday in this place.
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Poetry"Maybe the purpose of life, Isn't a definite aim, But, to stumble upon a place, That numbs your pain" ✒Copyrights © 2017 to @LittleMissSunshinine of Wattpad. ✒*Highest rank - 10 in poetry on 6/6/17. * First Place Winner of...
