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Love is like a filling meal
Good in theory
Something you really want
Until you have it
And you think
It's all too much
I wouldn't know
I only get to stare at others
As they devour plate after plate
I turn down things I know I don't like
To spare the chef's feelings
But I crave a good meal more than life itself
I can't even request a plate for myself
For fear of it not being available, and making someone angry
That I wanted something they didn't have
Or awkward, because they were saving the plate for someone else
And they have to explain that they don't want to give it to me
But alas, 'tis the life of a girl with iffy parents
Great grades but is somehow barely getting by
The therapist friend (self explanatory)
And a child of music with no real social skills
that's all for now,
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