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We play in the grass
Sharing our skittles
Then we eat and we eat
Scouring for vittles
She floats above the ground
Higher and higher
But the more often it happens
Her need grows more dire
We wrestle and rage
But no matter how much we fight
She say, calm down baby
Things are alright
I can stop if I want
She'll always say
I tell her it's that mindset
That will kill her some day
We toast s'mores by night
We build a big fire
We tell scary stories
We play in the mire
She tells me it's okay
The doll on the shelf
She's afraid of shots
Unless she injects them herself
Today will be better
Happy second birthday!
Two years clean!
She turns away
Crying, she shows me
The tracks on her arm
She told me she could stop
It wouldn't do her harm
She threw out the coin
It said "Two years clean"
She's my porcelain doll
She doesn't like being seen
I take away her skittles
We cut the grass in the yard
I tell her no more shots
But it's proving far too hard
My doll is in danger
Of cracking straight through
And every day this doll tells me
I love you
Rate x/10, guys, this stuff hit me hard to write and I'd like some feedback.