The Doll

She was the doll

At the bottom of your toy box

The one that you'd forgotten

 

Broken and abused

Tattered and misused

Scarred and bruised

 

She was the doll

Lost in the past

The one thought to be lost long ago

 

Disregarded and misplaced

Shamed and disgraced

Ugly and defaced

 

She was the doll

You loved the most

And now she's dirt to you

 

Hated and disowned

Banished and dethroned

All on her own

 

She was the doll

At the bottom of your toy box

The one that you'd forgotten

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