Doll-Faced Girl

Doll-Faced Girl
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No one can say
Who I am
In twenty different ways
For I am
The doll-faced girl
Living in a strange world
I feel like
A doll-faced girl
Everyone paints
On my face
Leaving all the traces
Of me
Who am I?
I feel like 
A doll-faced girl
Being painted by
Everyone
Some paint smiles
On my
Already tainted face
Who am I?
I will never know
Until I stop being
Such a
Doll-faced girl





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