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Published: Mar 11, 2016

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When did her words
Get thick and sticky
like honey
too old to take apart
and too sweet to cook?

I thought I was
that I could be better
than a bumbling bee.

Guess I'm not.

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I'm sorry I'm stupid. Fat. A liar. Related to you.

I'll try to be better.

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VolkesWagondaOtaku

Mar 13, 2016

Oh wow, it's so short but the image is so powerful! You shouldn't have to feel that way, I'm sorry

you're amazing!! You don't have to be better, you /deserve/ better. I hope things get better for you <3

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