the doll walks
feeling nothing but sadness
wishing to become
a real living boy
no one would help him
not even god
he cries and cries
whishing to be real
he walks threw the towns
shedding tears of blood
leaving tracks
of dolls with no souls
he lives under the bridge
cutting his arms
with a sharp knife
and somethimes with metal
he cries himself to sleep
sometimes he'll whine
what is he supost to do?
what can he do?
he just wants a heart
he just wants a soul
but what would he do with it?
what would we do with him?
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all of these poems/stories are made by me or my dear friend ((kai-kun)) or others
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