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Significance, I seem to lack,
You little toy,
A doll you can break.
Mold my arms, choose my clothes,
Paint me a fake face.
I hold you're shape,
Bend to your will, and shine, under your hands.
Then, when you're done,
You can just throw me away, and act
Like I never existed, never mattered
Like I was never worth your time,
And move on to the next little toy of yours.
You destroy me,
You break me.