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            My eyes are set wide eyed, starring intensively into evil jewels. Eyes red, straight from the pits of hell, gazing in two different directions, but one is fixed on me. Judging by the unattractive doll’s faded, pale skin, it’s almost ancient. Skin cracked like a dry desert plain, its forehead is creased inward permanently expressing great displeasure. What once seemed to be delicate and divine is now depressingly not wanted by any little girl. As it is only but a picture, its once blonde hair is now brown, almost the color of dirt from a lumber jack’s boot. Its sharp, parted lips speak only but silence. The floating head in the picture appears to be bodiless, as for there is no neck in sight. A red ribbon, sloppily entwined within her hair, is the only thing that seems to give her the least bit of color.

=) Im happy with it.