[ Writing Prompt ] Write a story from the perspective of a cupcake who does n't want to be eaten

The first day was the hardest. 
 
 The Baker put me out with the rest after we had cooled. She had chosen the flower print underwear for us again after she buttered the pan. I do wonder what flavour I'll become next, though I've never understood why I was reincarnated time and time again as a cupcake. Although getting baked in an oven is incomparable to sex; the whole body crisp and warm. Getting chewed is always so strange, but I know it is necessary for my spirit to release. Maybe I could be a full birthday cake someday! A dessert can dream... 
 
 *Goodbye* Marvin whispered as he was taken with a mug of coffee. Everyone goes for the vanilla ones first. I wonder who will take me this time? 
 
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 It's nighttime now. I feel old and stiff. The rest of the batch left, one by one. It's just me on the counter. I hope to see Jenny again, she always brightens up my day, all her stories from when she used to be a mouse. 
 
 It's awful quiet. 
 
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 I feel horrible this morning. They made a new batch of cupcakes but I'm still here. Is it my filling? I guess lemon custard just isn't-hey, the Baker took me out of the display. What an honour to be-wait, why is she walking to the trash. Not there, I'll never be reborn! Eat me dammit! I'm not stale yet! 
 
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 *Now my soul lays thrown, forgotten, * 
 
 *I decay amongst the rotten, * 
 
 *How I wish I had been boughten, * 
 
 *my sweetness is no more. * 

