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Broken toys don't sleep at night they sit in corners and stare with one good eye wondering, collecting dust quiet rejection turns to mistrust with dreams just as broken.
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Aug 4, 2021
Aug 4, 2021 at 7:23 PM UTC
Misfit
Broken toys don't sleep at night they sit in corners and stare with one good eye wondering, collecting dust quiet rejection turns to mistrust with dreams just as broken.
andrew-layman
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Aug 4, 2021
Aug 4, 2021 at 7:23 PM UTC
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