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My Doll Talks to Me

My doll was nice, but slowly got mean.

By Hannah AndingPublished 8 years ago 1 min read

My doll talks to me.

She has tea parties with me.

My doll talks to me.

She runs around the room with me.

My doll talks to me.

She plays Uno with me.

My doll talks to me.

She is getting meaner and meaner.

My doll talks to me.

She says Mommy doesn't love me,

But My doll still plays with me.

My doll talks to me.

She starts to leave the room at night.

My doll talks to me.

She makes big messes in the kitchen.

My doll talks to me.

She watches as Mommy blames me for the messes.

My doll talks to me.

She leaves Mean notes for Mommy.

My doll talks to me.

She tells me she is the only one who loves me.

My doll talks to me.

She leaves my room one last time and comes back in Red.

My doll no longer talks to me.

I go and search for Mommy.

My doll refuses to talk to me.

When I find Mommy to cry,

She is in the closet.

My doll no longer talks to me

Because she killed my mommy.

My doll no longer talks to me

Because she killed a part of me.

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