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I spy with my little eye, something beginning with I. I wonder if the kids younger than I, know what it is to wonder. To dream of all that's unseen and the places they've never been. When sat do they know how to relax with just their thoughts as they plait, their hair or ears of a teddy bear adding a bow for a flair, to see all their creativity at the age of only three. And how parents let them plough through screens without a notion that this motion is only just a token gesture undress her she's no saviour. As she believes the he is here to set her free. Romanticise see the prize a body plasticised. Naïvety meant to be girl don't you see. Plastic elastic   please don't be sarcsatic, she dreams to be the perfect thing to see, but don't you see it's not meant to be she. That girl of only three now forever ****** to be, Perfect. A statement not a standard, so please don't do this to her. Ignore her for her one day she'll thank ya'. I spy, with my little eye, someone. Who wants to cry
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Sep 24, 2024
Sep 24, 2024 at 4:45 AM UTC
I Spy
I spy with my little eye, something beginning with I. I wonder if the kids younger than I, know what it is to wonder. To dream of all that's unseen and the places they've never been. When sat do they know how to relax with just their thoughts as they plait, their hair or ears of a teddy bear adding a bow for a flair, to see all their creativity at the age of only three. And how parents let them plough through screens without a notion that this motion is only just a token gesture undress her she's no saviour. As she believes the he is here to set her free. Romanticise see the prize a body plasticised. Naïvety meant to be girl don't you see. Plastic elastic   please don't be sarcsatic, she dreams to be the perfect thing to see, but don't you see it's not meant to be she. That girl of only three now forever ****** to be, Perfect. A statement not a standard, so please don't do this to her. Ignore her for her one day she'll thank ya'. I spy, with my little eye, someone. Who wants to cry
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19/F/Yorkshire, England
Sep 24, 2024
Sep 24, 2024 at 4:45 AM UTC
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