Am I being swept away?
In this place I want to stay
Is this the end of my childhood?
I don't want to change I've been good
In this marble room
The times of change now loom
I am not sure
This heat from the pressure
The weight is too much
My mother's dress I clutch
The rushing of the river quickens
Hand prints fashioned into chickens
Smells of home cooked meals
Endless nights with crooked deals
A crack formed beneath your cheek
Is that the truth you seek?
You just want to know
I will cease to grow
This perfect doll has an imperfection
The true form of injection
I will not be your perfect doll
As I am swept away from it all
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