I found you somewhere there, in those toys for garage sale .... (maybe your bloated ego) Really? You cared enough to find me? Only you could have chucked out that red doll - so precious to my deprived childhood, and hoped to see me amongst buyers. Tell me, who was looking for whom?


The backdrop is perfect for a photoshoot, but I feel several eyes piercing through my existence from the windows. It causes discomfort, but they will be witnesses to what they see here tomorrow morning. The stage is set, and the act will be executed - though I'm not the scriptwriter, but I want people to …

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