What Did I Do Wrong
I was so careful and loving with my pumpkin. I told it my dreams and fears. We were to marry in the Spring. Why must you hurt me by shrinking, molding and sprewing pumpkin liquid all over my counter? Why can't you be strong like the other pumpkins? It shouldn't end this way, but you leave me no other choice. I must triple trash bag you and toss you into the dumpster like you did our love.
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