Could I get some more tea?
Table filled with mannequins
Ignorance is bliss, but not this
You don’t do that to children
I spat out the food on my plate
The cookie that I found
Was nothing but moldy
You don’t do that to children
Even my stuffies talk more
than my mannequin family
Masked with a fake smile
You don’t do that to children
So I stand on the table
and I make a scene
Tears fall as I scream
But they isolate me again
Dec 29, 2025
Dec 29, 2025 at 10:45 AM UTC
Could I get some more tea?
Table filled with mannequins
Ignorance is bliss, but not this
You don’t do that to children
I spat out the food on my plate
The cookie that I found
Was nothing but moldy
You don’t do that to children
Even my stuffies talk more
than my mannequin family
Masked with a fake smile
You don’t do that to children
So I stand on the table
and I make a scene
Tears fall as I scream
But they isolate me again
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