n havent even bought any chocolate
she was a disabled lap dancer with one leg
n a bra with breasts
n all puffed up with pride
n a sort of long haired skin head
n if you look at her from the front
its like she's exposing herself
she was so proud n happy with her disability
how can life be so cruel
why why ....
i just want to hold her little body
a thudding blow to the chest
the puppet is not there
just her wheelchair ...
n i can't bear to look at it
what really hurts is that she has feelings
n is she discarded in the rain someplace
1843
my lost puppet belongs to Davision
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