I got this outfit,
It was a gift,
Charity.
The coat sleeves are long,
Like they were stretched.
Can I make it fit?
Or do I grow into it?
The shoes have holes
in their soles.
Don’t ask about the shirt.
No wonder it was free.
I got this outfit,
It was a gift,
Charity.
The coat sleeves are long,
Like they were stretched.
Can I make it fit?
Or do I grow into it?
The shoes have holes
in their soles.
Don’t ask about the shirt.
No wonder it was free.
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