5 October 2012
Laid broken on the floor, Face smashed pretty no more. Lost and forgotten, this little doll, Unable to move, a tortured soul.
But a stoke of luck came her way, Her years of torture ended that day. A loving person, with kind heart Collected her pieces Every little part.
And with love and earnest she was rebuilt. By the very person who carried the guilt Of breaking her those years ago Now loved more they'll never let her go.
©Odd
Doll Story • Opuss № I