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Barbie


Blonde hair, blue eyes, plastic, no thighs, my name? Barbie is what the little girls call me I was born into a family of fame I drink high end water they call it tea Change my clothes and brush my hair everywhere I’m taken everywhere by my loved one The ones who do not care don’t stop and stare Shouldn’t be allowed to have to have any fun Because sometimes my head is pulled off By the horrid brothers who just destroy However a lot of times they like to cough However they do not do it to annoy I’m Barbie, the girl’s dream of becoming Growing up I’m put away it’s numbing
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