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She said, she loves to dye her hair.
She said, she loves to tease her hair.
She said, she loves to cut her hair.
She said, she loves to be a doll.

She said, she loves to tan her skin.
She said, she loves to shave her skin.
She said, she loves to flaunt her skin.
She said, she loves to be a doll.

She said, she loves to play with dolls.
She said, she loves to snap their skulls.
She said, she loves to scorch their skin.
She said, it's only plastic.

She said, she loves to play with boys.
She said, she loves to tease their hair.
She said, she loves to kiss and cry.
She said, she loves when they do more.

She said, she loves the world
and all the little things inside it.

But is it skin if it's a shell?
And is it still you chemical?
And can you still have hair
if all you have is hairs shaved off?

But is it human if it's a doll?
And is it real burned in a box?
Is a plastic doll rotten
from the outside in?

She said she hates to think.
She said she hates to talk.
She said she hates to act.
She said that she loves nothing.
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Author's Comments

She, a rich, a rd, so fake. But she said she loves it.

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:iconblonde-eyed-blue:
Interesting. I am very intregued what would have prompted this poem. It is very good. I like the early repetition, it really screams doll and assembly line. Wonderful peice, keep up the good work.

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I refuse to have a battle of wits with an unarmed person, so I believe you are free to go.
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Ha. I am very intrigued as well.

I kissed a girl on her living room floor. I got up. She stayed kneeling. I walked away. I got a drink of water. She walked up and hugged me. I looked at her eyes. She was crying. She pointed to the refrigerator. There was a picture of a girl. She said, "I miss that girl." It was her best friend. Then we went for a walk and she kissed me and she said, "Hey let's go see our other friend now," who is male, by the way.

Afterward I found out who she really is. The fakest person I know. She shed the tears and made up the whole "I miss my best friend." It was an excuse to get out of the house and away from me.

While she does love tanning her skin and cutting hair, it's only a reflection of her inner person. Who tends to be nonexistent. She's a doll.

"I'm a fake shallow superficial bitch and I don't mind it." That's a quote. From her.

Also quotes.

"I think of guys all the time. Usually when I'm talking to people I act like I'm listening but I always go off somewhere."

And the one that really gets me.

"I am flirty as hell toward anyone decent even if they would never have a chance with me."
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On another note, thank you very much!

I hate dolls and assembly lines.
:iconblonde-eyed-blue:
Please, tell me you dumped her. Please, tell me you have more dignity than to let her push you around. I hate people like that. I would have never been able to tell that there is so much behind this poem. It is well concealed beneath the cool surface, now, I might ask you to punch it up. It should show a bit more.

You are welcome.

I hate dolls too. I hate the idea of perfect people.

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I refuse to have a battle of wits with an unarmed person, so I believe you are free to go.
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Well, that's just the thing. We were just friends. Then she wrote me a note saying she'd had a crush on me for months (even though she had been dating some other guy, who she had broken up with). I should've known.

Oh God. Perfect people.
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Wow, I still love your writing & To think, this was about someone real, in your life. It makes it all better. This is something that many people can relate to. Ugh, some girls, man. I can't say I'm the best girl around, but I refuse to be any kind of fake. Hm. How can some chicks live with themselves being cruel bitches? Lol oh the mystery remains ... & I don't dare do find out the answer, myself. >.>
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Girls suck; you cannot live with them and would rather not live with out them.

Perfect people more often than not turn into serial killers.

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I refuse to have a battle of wits with an unarmed person, so I believe you are free to go.
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I have to say, that last comment actually made me laugh out loud.
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I am glad to brighten your day.

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I refuse to have a battle of wits with an unarmed person, so I believe you are free to go.

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