It's exhausting Being here with you Because I'm not me The one I want to be. Tired of the scaple blades High heels and spread legs but enough with the cotton candy... I watch you glance over the reality of my hands Much more impersonal to staree at the tits without nipples You glance over my attire and pick which doll you want the whore the homemaker doctor lawyer cheerleader illegal feet underwear mother police woman choose and dress me you're own little plaything to tease do what you please put me back on the shelf until another day when you're resoluted to full capacity and you're done with skipper and kari and tereasa cause none of them can beat Barbie.Birth sign: Gemini
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