. M . A . D . D . O . L . L .
I'm a mad doll.
Smiling, obey.
I'm just a toy, a face painted on porcelain, a being devoid of life, meaning, purpose. If in your heart there is life, know that in mine, it's always cold.
Laughing, crying.
I have no emotion, I feel nothing. Just passing time on my body, who degrades my face, which carries me with him.
"Poor little doll. She goes crazy."
"If you say it, Master."
What am I, anyway, in the eyes of others? An empty shell, similar to others. Why should I be different? Society we prohibited. I owe nothing be, without personality.
"I filled my role, Master?"
"Perfectly."
Oh, please, I don't want your pity. I'm a big girl, I know what I'm doing. I'm nothing, to be like others. I accepted all this game, everyone agrees. Why loneliness bother some people?
"They disgust me."
"Who?"
"Everyone, Master. Everyone disgusts me."
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