coffee
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Who am I to disturb the universe? With words of affirmation, words that hurt, words formed in pretty little sentences to make people feel. Feel something. Anything for just a brief moment. As long as it isn’t apathy. Who am I to dare to change the unchangeable. To try over and over and over again…
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The morning after she wakes up with a headache. Throbbing in the center of her forehead making the lights too bright, sounds too harsh, everything too painful. The night before was a dream, but the morning after is a nightmare of blurs and raucous noises that burn her brain from the inside out. The night…
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You beautiful brown brew, Instilled with bitterness and fire. You stunning collection of sun and dirt, Filling me with energy and light. Without you, I don’t think I could survive. Thank you, For letting me turn you, into pages and pages of Nonsense. Same time tomorrow?