The Living Rag Doll
"Sucric, dear, listen to me. You are worthless. You were created for the circus, how would leaving it benefit you in any way? You're mine, you were made for nothing else. Nobody is ever going to love you."
"I suppose I understand."
Sucric was made for the circus. Not figuratively, as one would assume, but literally. Her body was formed of natural and synthetic materials, for one purpose alone: to perform.
Puppets on string all dance and sing and flap their wingsTrumpets play sick lullabies
She's made of natural and synthetic material, but underneath it all she has a beating heart that aches for what all of us ache for -- love.And every day as she risked death (or aimed for death as she was not built to die, and eventually lost track of whether or not she wanted to live anymore), the crowd oohed and awed. Yet, with each passing day Sucric's misery became more and more intense.
The audience just claps and cheersI asked around half empty townsAbout a girl nowhere to be found
Then one day, despite the ringmaster's words and the scorn of the world she was made for but never belonged to, she ran away.She knew that if she was built for love, she would find it.
Know and the desperate search beganAll across this sea and landI just knew I'd find you hereI just knew I'd find you
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Story by myself and wrote out by oddishness
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