MOURNING MELBOURNE, BECAUSE I HATE IT HERE
So, here we go again, the voices were in his head, telling him I’m not to be trusted, omg. He was the sickest (most “dangerous”) army doll, secretly living at some run down St Kilda house, ending my days walking a straight line.
Turned up at my door, he was young and he was tall and walking through my ha…
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