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It's a poem about low self esteem. |
| I am hollow like a bowl, receptive to what you want pour into me your desires your dreams your hate and I will be that, I can do that, just don't ask me to be myself please I tried and only ended up hollow like this bowl, convave and cracked at the base Please use me, see how I curve to your wishes wants, lusts Notice how I stand make me your whore make me your saint If I do not please you, break, melt and mold me into what pleases you because that is what will only please me, bringing pleasure to you being what you want me to be |