No longer your doll!!!

By Sarah Moreland

I'm falling my friend. Falling into a pit with no end. I should be scared, but I'm not. Even though the flames go higher it's not hot. Walking past these gallows I remember your touch. I can hear your scratchy voice in my ear. I can smell the vodka on your breath. My scars ach and burn. I have nightmares of the love that we once had and how you would use me as your ash tray. I was just your little doll. In your little doll house. Well I've got news for you I'm not a doll. This is my life and you can't take it. It's over my pupet master I'm no longer your doll.

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