"I have mixed feelings battered in a bowl.

You treat it, nothing less and nothing more.

Feeling lost, you don't tell me what's wrong...

At the end of the day, I found a wrapper on the floor.

Please don't tell me / you didn't want it?

You had to be sour, I didn't know...

You're an empty wrapper."

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