I am falling apart at the seams slowly by surely I will one day become no more. My life was sewn together for me for so many years, put together by unrevealing thread. During thist ime all my memories and life stories were made in a little rag doll for me to cherish and love.I carried the rag doll with me wherever I went, tugging it along through all my trials and tribulations sewing together whatever pieces fell apart.I have now lost that rag doll, it has been tarnished and thrown into a fiery grave,slowly coming apart at the seams, slowly burning and crying in pain as the life it has watched is being detroyed by the unsurreal life it was given.No more does the doll exist,no more do I exist.
