I Pawned..Dadies...Gun

i am desperate, who do i turn to.She cares but is powerless to help me. Hipless key still fits, is this lock, so stiff, it carries all over running oils.What was saved from whom, for what? Skirt's holster, stiff after fingers useless tugs, are now abandoned, for a better known highway. Daddies gun wears no scratch, blemish free dark full metal chested, i shudder at the hole, the eye of horizon blankets all the world, is cracked deeply my crust. Addicted power unharmed spent returned packed preloaded, i turn it over to be rammed home, sucklers crib of glass shelves all see into, held so lovingly by it's pawned new owner....fat, bald, missing all her teeth..