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The Broken DollLoading...
Words and Illustrations by: Eden Gross

Sits defenseless as a sea of prying eyes silently watches her
They sting her with their gaze
They sting her with their gaze
The broken doll, back bent, thin arms swinging to an endless rhythm

Beat her with their cruel judgment
Guilty until proven innocent
Guilty until proven innocent
They mold her into the perfect doll she once was
Always happy, always loved
Always happy, always loved

But inside, something’s wrong
She’s broken now, tainted
They don’t love her anymore
She’s broken now, tainted
They don’t love her anymore
