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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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