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AnotherBrokenDoll

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Another day,

Another smile,

Another tear,

Another mile.

 

Another memory,

Another pose,

Another cloud,

Another dead rose.

 

To many fakes,

So many lies,

No one bothers to hear,

The small childrens cries.

 

All they see,

And all they hear,

Their own stuck up voices,

Ringing in their ears.

 

And i have began to wonder,

Where the love of the world has gone,

All they care about,

What part of your body looks wrong.

 

Starving kids,

Old men on the streets,

Depressed teenagers,

Women with violent husbands thinking a night without a bruise better then the sweetest sweets.

 

Every family,

Their own secrets to hide,

Such large secrets,

That familys do divide.

 

Yet she is not cool,

Because she is too fat,

Or she is a nerd,

For alone she once sat.

 

No one invites,

The child to the park,

And on her skin,

The only place she is left to make a mark.

 

So look around,

And see a child,

Give them a smile,

For even they could be so mild.

 

A smile prettier,

Then all the colours of the world,

And pray to dear god,

Its upon a bed each person can lay curled.

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