nostalgic.
raggedy ann.she was your playhouse playmate and you kept her well when she was born. now she’s grown so slow, like a river’s rage- her soul lies forgotten.raggedy ann.
she’s all messed up and torn, her face is screwed and wet with tears, her hair is marked with drops of blood, you left her isolated - elsewhere.
just because her pulchritude has turned to rust. you can no longer display her, flaunt her, show her to the world…
her purpose has left her body you grab her slowly by the arm staring into those deep brown eyes and then— her shadow flew to the east..
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"You'll never understand how much watching other people's pain gets me off.. Hearing their screams and knowing that I have the power of a god."
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