spreadding myself as thin a teaspoon of icing on a birthday cake so sweet but just never enough
But I took my teaspoon and I found myself a cupcake I had enough icing for that, and some times I need a little more but that icing was left on your cake
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What Even Is Love; My Collection Of Poetic Things
PoetryThe only reason I put this out here was because I couldnt share it with anyone in my life without upsetting them, so here we are... And I use this space as a sorta diary to sort my thought out so sometimes itll come off as greedy or ungrateful or je...
