I am not picking broken pieces of my heart,
I am picking pieces of someone,
Shall I succeed in joining the pieces,
I think I shall,
But the spots of the joints,
Will make the doll ugly,
And the doll would not like to see herself,
In a mirror any more.
(Being misbehaved by my sweetest child)
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