Her Demise
Porcelain was her skin
Her hair already too thin
Parents sleep deprived
Cause their baby girl's a little less alive
Though they'll never know
Long ago
She had already died inside
Psychic suicide
They hold her as she cries
Suffering and lost
This is her demise
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