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Broken dolls on dusty shelves
Painted smiles that cannot speak
Of what's been seen by eyes
That sparkle no more
Hollow inside
No pink frilly tea parties
No innocent little sleepovers
With pretty little hairdos
Nothing here, but darkness and filth
Black mold creeping up their dresses
Bugs crawling into their cracked little arms
Unable to shake them off
No one will touch them
Dirty as hell
No one will bother to look twice
Lock the door and don't go back
Don't look twice
Don't go back
Time won't heal every wound
Time rots
Time corrodes
Time tells tales
Don't look twice
Don't go back
Lock the door
Run like hell
Don't go back
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