
I’m a paper doll
with third degree burns.
Dress me up,
make me pretty,
and please, simply ignore
all the raw, peeling flesh
falling onto the floor.
(Poetry by Maranda Russell, marandarussell.com)
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Hi! I am an artist, author, and blogger who also happens to have Asperger’s Syndrome. I have won several awards and honors for my writings and artwork. I suffer from a few severe mental illness and chronic pain conditions (Depression, Anxiety, PTSD, Fibromyalgia, CFS/ME, Ehlers Danlos, Degenerative Disc Disease, etc.), which greatly affects my life and makes me want to advocate for others going through similar things. Other interests of mine include reading, writing, drawing, watching cartoons and movies, collecting toys, hanging out with my family, and annoying my 3 cats.
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Yes!!!!!! 👏🏻
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Thank you 🙂
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How sad is this.
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Yeah. The idea came from a six word story I did. I decided to expand on it a bit.
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I used to love my paper dolls.
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Me too!!!
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😍
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It is so sad.
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I guess it was meant to be.
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Great lines.
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Thanks!
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Pleasure
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Its sad…but I love it. 🦄❤😜
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Thank you 🙂
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Ur welcome! 🦄❤️😜
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