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)
Poetry: Paper Doll
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Maranda Russell 
15 responses to “Poetry: Paper Doll”
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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