(Not) AutonomousA Poem by Sad Unc Days 3562Tell me what to think, how to feel, what to like, What to say, what to wear. After all, I am an extension of you. To be manipulated like an object. And make sure I do it with a smile. Or you'll bring force to bear.
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Added on January 25, 2026 Last Updated on January 25, 2026 AuthorSad Unc Days 3562AboutFinally cracked, and the pain is spilling forth is this a good thing? more.. |

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