Faded Strings
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Harmony Boyd, Grade 9
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Poetry
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2015
I'm a doll
Porcelain face chipped and faded
a puppet
With no strings to play with
I'm old
No longer wanted
I'm alone and rusted
Left to stare in the distance
Deaf to the world
As it fades
No longer in control
As the strings are no longer mended
Left to stay awake for days
Cause that's what you want
I'm a doll
with faded strings