Crumpling, stumbling, falling down,

I fall broken to the ground.

Moon chases sun, around, around,

Still I lay motionless on the ground.

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My face is stitched, a permanent frown.

Merely a rag doll, I am useless.

Look at my being, so long lifeless,

Open my hand; there's no button to press.

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I'm not an action figure.

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Sprawled out upon some stairs,

A child's plaything, thrown away.

No emotions will across my face, play,

For I'm a rag doll, unaffected by night nor day.

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Forever, here, shall I stay.