I am fragile.
I am weak.
I break when I do not receive
what I seek.
Pale as the snow,
I am motionless,
waiting for you return.
It is your attention
for which I yearn.
I am but lifeless.
I cannot think for myself.
I am but porcelain
clothed and fashioned.
I do as you wish
with great passion.
I cannot speak.
I cannot disobey.
I'm just a China doll
and I'm here to stay.
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