faded orange yarn hair held back with a brown ribbon
the little rag doll sniffs, as another tear drips down her already wet face.
she wishes she could be made of more sturdy stuff, like stainless steel...
precise, and cold, instead of held together by thin yellow thread.
she was lovingly knit together, beautifully, delicately made...
but today it feels like the seams are coming apart, and there's no one around to stitch her back together.
she wasn't made for this, her face hot from the shame of another tear falling.
"pull yourself together" she tells herself, "everyone will see you and they'll know what you really are.."
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