Chocolates and Mallows

Posted: February 13, 2010 in Fiction and Non-Fiction
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I’m not the type who begs

I can’t ask more than twice

I can’t cry in public

I can’t let them see my weakness

 

And though I’m already hurting

I still put up my mask

My insides are like mallows

I easily melt and lose form

 

When melancholy strikes

I crave for candies

After eating chocolates

I’d normally feel much better

 

I am like mallows

All soft and gooey

I need chocolates

To help sanity stay and feel happy

 

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