Goldilocks's Persona
I’m lost and cold and like I don’t know where I’m going
Of course ‘I’ get lost from all people
Like why couldn't God choose Little Red Riding Hood to get lost
He had to choose me
It’s super cold and pitch black, but wait!
There’s a light, a pretty shiny light
As pretty as my gold hair
I don’t want to walk into a stranger’s home
But I can’t freeze out here either
I shut the door, and walk around
Is that porridge?
Eenie, meenie, miny, mine
Im full
Oh look! this cute rocking chair
This is so fun,hahaha
Ahh this is such a thrill,
I am pleased and enjoying my time
Ahhh...ouch...uh oh
Well that was fun while it lasted
I’m tired, oh look!
A perfect little bed just for me
I’m just gonna rest my eyes for a bit
Hahah stop that tickles haha
Oh shit bears,bears?
Aaaah!!
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