sometimes i feel like a sugar cookie.
rolled out, stretched almost too thin.
put under lots of pressure.
drying out, almost burning.
i feel like it's the end...
then i get rescued.
taken out of that place i was so uncomfortable in.
to be taken off of the heat,
away from the pressure.
out of the way of danger.
by a complete stranger.
or someone i remember from before.
then they dress me up nice.
make me realize that i'm prettier than i thought.
pretty enough to eat?
i think so.
if the icing is the right color, of course.
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