Real Cakey Substance.

You fix my hair for me when it doesn’t look good. You clear my mouth when it gets foamy from talking nonsense. You never judge me when I say I’m having a shit time. You remedy the situation whenever I AM having a bad time. Your smile is like the cure-all, cure-all. And we could never hold hands. Ever. I’ll see you in the morning.

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