an effort from a tiny, rosy thing to break-out of all these plastic layers...

everything around me is made of fake plastic.
i can't feel my heart 'cause it's just cheap plastic.
i can't feel my feet soles because they are made out of fake plastic.
i scream but nobody can hear it 'cause the fake plastic bubbly arround me is soundproof
and i hate it,
and i love it,
and i want it,
and i need it,
and i repent it,
and i satisfy it.
i'm made of plastic but i still have fun.
wenn sie weinte fühlte sie das glück in ihrem herzen.

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