I'm broken up I've lost my shine. Some people crack and break my mind.
I cry oil, and my skin is fake. No one knows when to give me a break from this body made of copper plates.
Abandoned by someone who didn't know their fate. I feel neglected I have no sheen.
I am not real and I never will be, because real hearts don't run on gasoline.
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( I do have more than one style. This is my cartoony art style! enjoy!)
