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[toothycat]

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I lived, once. I can definitely remember that I was alive. Or does it just seem that way...? I was just like everyone, or like most at least, just like them but alive. Like anyone. Perfectly average, nothing out of the ordinary. I dreamed, of course. I envied the others that were just like me but lucky. They, these others, they're in everyone's eye, universally envied, beautiful, famous, rich. They live well, their lives are interesting. As for me - my life is boring and grey; I want more.

And so the unkind magician came by, and with a wave of his biro he turned a living girl into a princess. A wooden princess. A marionette doll.

I am completely empty - seriously, I am not joking. I am a doll, a very beautiful doll. A famous doll. They tug my strings on the stage. They've taught me to move in ways I would never have before, to dress in clothes I would never have chosen myself. They've taught me how to carry myself, what to pay attention to and what to disdain. They have moulded for me a new face. They've taught me what to sing, and how to sing it. They explained to me what my image should be, that I may be admired by the honourable public. What to wear and what to think about, or - better still - not to think at all. In all this there was no room left for me.

Little girls envy me. Big boys want me. I dreamed of this, when I was alive. But I am a doll.

Never trust unkind magicians with your fate.

I'm not complaining. I can't complain - I got what I wanted. I don't even cry at night, never think it! Wooden dolls don't know how to cry. They are always happy, the hollywood smile is carved eternally upon the yielding wood.

Look at me, listen to me, admire me!

I am born to bring you happiness.

I'm a genie in a bottle.

I've lost my mind.