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May 2017
You feed me lies like cake. They are synthetically sweet but I still can't get enough. Vanilla dreams, laced with black licorice demons. You tell me that you love me, but I can see the chocolate frosting at the corners of your mouth. This is it. I'm too full. This will be my last bite.
My last bite -
until I ask for another piece of cake.
Brookelynn
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Brookelynn  24/F/Ontario, CA
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