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Chapter 4 - Living doll

A girl with long hair touching the ground,

Dancing and twirling all around,

But in her heart, a longing sound,

For something she has not yet found.

A little girl who touched the ground for money,

Her spirit bright, her heart so sunny,

But wealth and fame can be so funny,

When they leave you feeling oh so empty.

The little girl who touched the rich brother,

In her eyes, a dream to discover,

But loveless money was his only offer,

And now her heart is left to suffer.

A little girl whose head reaches the clouds,

Her dreams and hopes like a colorful shroud,

But she traded them for a life so loud,

And now she's lost in the wealthy crowd.

I hit my head with sadness,

For this life of glamour and madness,

How can we break free from this vastness,

And find true love and happiness?

The heart does not stop asking,

For a love that is truly everlasting,

But in this world of greed and masking,

It's hard to find a love worth basking.

The doll itself is a toy for a rich brother,

A life of luxury, but not like any other,

But at what cost to her soul and spirit,

When she's just a toy for him to inherit?

He made the doll life a toy,

But she's a human, not a ploy,

Her dreams and hopes he seeks to destroy,

For his own selfish gain and joy.

If there is no money, the girls will not look,

But what about love and the heart that shook,

Is wealth the only thing that can hook,

Or is there more to this life than what's in the book?

In fact, it's all a loss to the pocket,

When you trade love for money and lock it,

What's left is a life without true profit,

Just a hollow shell, a life to mock it.

What did you get me into by believing in false feelings, little girl?

You traded your heart for a diamond and a pearl,

But now you're left with a heart that swirls,

And a life that's lost in a material whirl.

The doll itself is a toy for a rich brother,

But she's a human, not just another,

Her soul and spirit, we must uncover,

And free her from this life of suffocation and smother.

The doll itself is now a living toy,

A life of pain, a life to destroy,

But we can save her, we can deploy,

A love that's true, a love that's a joy.

Let's break free from this life of wealth and greed,

And find a love that's pure and indeed,

A love that's not just about what we need,

But a love that's rooted in kindness and heed.

So let's dance like that girl with hair touching the ground,

And let our hearts be the only sound,

For in this life, true love can be found,

And happiness and joy can always abound.