While I was a doll, everything was quiet.

I would blink.

I would nod.

Each movement of mine would say: "Yes!"

You were glowing.

One day, I took a goose feather, put it in the inkwell and wrote: "I am not a doll."

You ripped the paper in half.

You grabbed me violently.

You shook me.

"Yes, you are a doll! You are!" you screamed.

Then I touched my blinking eyes.

My breathing nose.

My cheeks reddening in rage.

And I left.

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A/N: Theme song: "Pink: Just Like A Pill."