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I wrote you a poem, little foid
obsessive and clingy
the little foid remains
any moid makes her tingly
to mush turns her brain
she just wants to be loved
like any lonely femcel girl
but she's pushed aside, shoved
for the prettier ones, the pearls
and so she cries and cries
until her puffy, swollen eyes
can't take any more and she falls deep into slumber
she dreams of prince charming, who asks for her number
and so she wakes and the cycle repeats
in vain she cries and she weeps