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Crying Over My Own Gifts
I leave my own books, trinkets, flowers
That I bought for myself
On my bed
Or my desk
And pretend someone else got them for me
I think I just want someone to care for me
That I bought for myself
On my bed
Or my desk
And pretend someone else got them for me
I think I just want someone to care for me
Published 10th Apr 2024
| Edited 11th Apr 2024
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10th Apr 2024 5:49am
10th Apr 2024 4:24pm
11th Apr 2024 5:57pm
This is very relatable. I too just wish someone would care for me. But all we have is ourselves. good write :')
11th Apr 2024 7:12pm
