but wholly.
A marionette without a string
but still a doll.
Made to play with,
to discard,
when bigger and better things
come someone's way.
Or that's what they made me believe.
It's easier to tell the other
that something, some -thing-
is wrong with them.
Yes.
I'm stitches and bruises
but not in that way.
Not your way.
Not because I don't care.
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