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Doll

My body is like plastic,
My thoughts are not my own
Although my eyes are beautiful,
There is no soul in them, alas ...

And I in vain instilled in someone
(and sometimes myself),
That I breathe, and without fear
Life entrusted to you
 
And now I sit as a puppet
On your chain,
Like a slave in a transparent cage
And I belong to you

I was made for sex
Can a doll without a soul
and a heart wish for freedom,
If you are my puppeteer?

How to get away when nature was
created for the cell?
You will not sacrifice freedom -
You won't stay true

I can't change anything with my escape:
Pretending to be a human,
the Doll does not know how to live alone

Only with pain I remember Life as the old game:
If you pull the strings, I come to life,
And if you let go, I will die.

I rarely speak:
Words are useless now
I am your puppet,
I am dead without ropes
KristinaX
Written by KristinaX
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