Yes, I’ve seen your kind before. Your charming looks, your silver tongue, good with words, and you excel at psychological manipulation. You’re good at getting your victims to drink your poison, and obey every command. But when you’re not interested anymore with your toy, you throw it aside. Just another toy in the toy box. Another porcelain doll, cracked and broken. You don’t care. She’s not pretty anymore. Her shiny glass outside has been stained and cracked. No longer shiny and beautiful, but dull and damaged. Her hair no longer brushed and perfectly in place, but tangled in knots like rats nests. Her clothes no longer neatly pressed and her body dressed for perfection, but tattered and torn. You didn’t play by the rules. You had total control. Someday, I hope you fall. I hope your kingdom come is torn down brick by brick, until there is nothing. I don’t want to be chained to you and your mind games. I hope you stay away from me. I no longer want to be trapped in the body of a Porcelain doll.