The kitchen of despair
I still remember what you did,
The continuous pain of loving you.
You never understood me, you open lid.
The lid of a jar to satisfy loneliness I felt too.
But I still hung on for ages
Crossing a kitchen filled with beautiful pastries
Yet I stuck onto you even though I was stuck in a cage
I should've eaten since they looked tasty
But I loved you, even when you wanted others.
Now I dwell in the cage of loneliness
Wishing you didn't grasp for future mothers
Remembering you wanted to make one of me too.
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Me
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