I am a thrown rag doll, a rag doll I am
I live on the streets of nowhere
I live in a broken home
Painted pictures feel so fake to me
For this life can't be real
What's my advice?
Just live life
Like you are fortunate enough to die.
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Author:
Soul Baby (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: July 14th, 2024 00:10
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