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Love is a hole in my chest
When I love
I open up the hole
I want to fill it with you
This isn’t about pegging
When I can’t fill that space
I start to panic
Don’t you want to fill that space?
Don’t you want to be in me?
Seriously this isn’t about pegging
I could lie
And say that I’m not anxious
When you say you’re too busy
To be there
I think you’re honest
But I don’t know
Because you just might not want me
But I always assume the worst
And I have to stop
I have to stop thinking of you so much
It is too much
You can’t fill my hole just yet
Pegging is totally fine
It’s just not my thing
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