seventy eight.

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you drop a piece of candy and i eat it.
and then later you drop another piece of candy and i reach to eat it.
after a while, the candy stops coming and i can feel the rush of you about to drop another piece but your hand retracts away.
i'm left hungry and with every day it gets worse and worse.
and then, just when i am about to bring up the lack of candy, you're there again, dropping another piece of candy.

and i pick it up and eat it.

why do you only love me when it's convenient?

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