"I am lost, young one. My kind was in high demand, I was swiftly on, then off, the shelves. But, young one, I am alone, for so long too. What year is it young one? I had simple doodles, she took time sketching in me, I felt appreciated. Forget about trend young one, I care more for love! But I was meagre in value, a mere show-off. She was popular because of me, then the media moved on. What is the new craze young one? She was not popular with me no more, so she left me on her bookshelf, for so long. Do you ever feel the same young one? That your worth, your purpose, your will to live, was to make someone else look cool for how long young one? Young one, how long was I #trendy? How long was I loved? Not long I surmise. I am fatal, wounds and weeping. Young one, you knew her. Young one, you knew her closely, closer than BFFs. Young one, you ARE her. So, I am not sorry, since you clearly were not either."
@LoganX-mb3by2 ай бұрын
“You feel NOSTALGIA…”
@aykarainАй бұрын
i like eating paper
@Greg-The-Real-Human2 ай бұрын
this is kind of sketchy, i might need to check the handbook for this ;)
@alguem6862 ай бұрын
this is peak
@ABackgroundNpcАй бұрын
This a banger. Sounds like something from windowkill ngl.