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Maybe I am a doll
with legs that stretch back and touch my long hair
always ready to play when wanted
never crying
my tear ducts plastic
My body hollow
could be ripped apart
popped back in again
with no pain on my end
I will never disappoint
you’ll only outgrow me
(please outgrow me)
and it’ll take me millions of years to rot
so I’ll wait for the next one to come along
to pull my arms out
and tell me that I need them
when I am always the one to say yes
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Ariana GonBon
29yo bi Xicana. There's always more to write about, in more interesting ways than white men.
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Comments (2)
This is beautifully heartbreaking and unfortunately relatable. I love the use of analogy here
Some tough emotions here. I think the “please outgrow me” hit the hardest