I’m just a paper-doll,
fragile and torn.
Someone's ragged concoction thrown away,
a figment of a child's imaginative play,
just a glass bauble to wear upon your arm.
Something to show your status symbol friends.
I'm just a paper doll,
I have no meaning.
There is nothing in this life I want to take with me.
I just want to live and go where the wind takes me,
blowing away this tattered paper-doll.
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