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paper abuse.
[why must i always be surrounded by beautiful people?
to be reminded of my constant unworthiness.]
they wrap nylon bandages around me
oh, paper doll, paper doll
hide
those
damn
scars
rushing through your veins like
(damn tree fibers
that never died with the
scythe)
the jewels the necklaces gold lace hang on my neck heavy they take me they eat me! they feast on me for breakfast lunch dinner until all that is left are my poor porcelain bones which they lay reverently in the foyer in the entry hall wait for the sun to rise to make me shine like china (whispers of home) and tomorrow upon my rebirth they begin again
