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i'm full to the brim of insecurity from the words that you fed me tip me over i'll spill it might burn but i'm left half empty pour me out of the lie that i need you to be full i may be a teacup running low but i am whole
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Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 12:08 PM UTC
tip me over and pour me out
i'm full to the brim of insecurity from the words that you fed me tip me over i'll spill it might burn but i'm left half empty pour me out of the lie that i need you to be full i may be a teacup running low but i am whole
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Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 12:08 PM UTC
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