The Need
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You could call me morbid, but sometimes the idea of death excites me. Which is why I spend my days making cupcakes in this sweet bakery, not distracted by the ideas of love or boys or even somewhat appealing death, some may say I'm suicidal? No. It's something different. I've just got a sweet craving for some dark things. At times I feel like I might explode with this desire? You know? But stuff like the outcome of a dirty apron and sore muscles from endlessly cooking is a better sort of idea, I bury those thoughts away, I don't want to be seen as the clueless teen who falls for love at every corner-on those summer holidays where the right guy appears. I think of that as cliche, But maybe I am wrong, and maybe I was wrong. Because Gage came along and everything changed.
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