Not a bloody Puppet
Back then
faces passed
tried to make others happy
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Can't be who I am.
Junior High
Pope.
Thanks a lot Sunrise and Calvery.
As feaces passed me
I changed who I was.
Now people who
want me to stuff
they want me to do
I am not a BLOODY Puppet!
I am Bree!
Now faces pass
I stay true to myself.
I can be laughing w\ Amy Mo and Pesedrtian Unicorn
hearin Mo call me Donna Noble
I will eat where I want
I will avoid
crowds
and headakes.
To be with
Actors & backstage people.
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