Dec 3, 2020
You fucking haters
I run through the maze
I’m out of money sadly
Don’t judge me…new phase
I had glided through the ball
Blood Red lipstick smeared on this doll
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Lyrical Prose molds my soul. Journey that led me to the Gorgeous Mess of Chaos that you see. One with God. I am merely a vessel. I am authentically me. Broken.
