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          A porcelain doll, thats what you are. You sit upon the shelf so beautiful and perfect. With your golden locks perfectly spun into tight curls that cascade around your flawless white face. You are poised in a pink silk dress embroidered with diamonds and pearls. You sit radiating an attitude of perfection, or so it seems that nothing can get to you; the perfect one. As when one takes a closer look, one sees the thin spidery cracks that resemble almost veins. If a being has veins then the being has blood. And the only way blood moves, is through the heart. Yes, the porcelain doll had a heart, buried somewhere within, under all of the