The Corner of Your Heart

By LifeInEveryWord

The Kid's Table

I will always be at the kid's table. No matter how old I am. Just because there will never be enough room (well, unless someone dies god forbid)
They put salt in my wine and broke my hard-boiled egg and now who knows what they're doing with my meal while I type (I can hear them giggling)
Better go back and repair the damage

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