hij zuigt ik weet ut maar ik post um tog maar...
The painted face in a porcelain locket
Mocking me as it hangs
My face imprinted in it forever.
Pure goodness, sweet, wholesome
What a great caper the artist has pulled off.
A vision of perfection that does not exist
Because behind the mask of paint
Lies a beast he cannot portray
For he doesn't see it.
But it is there.
And it will always be there
A great mockery of my existence.
So said the doll to the mirror.
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Sorry, Was I screaming again?
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