𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋, 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦

𝐱𝐱𝐱. 𝑐𝑢𝑝 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑒

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31. july
nightly crying
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broken
just lying there
a cup of iced coffee
it's contents on the floor
of the supermarket
and I want to scream
while the panic rises
in my chest
But I can't let it get to me
while I stare
at the broken cup
and it's contents
on the floor
wishing it would
be me
so that the people
wouldn't look at me
so judgmentally
it was an accident
and now the cup
is just lying there
and I hate it
because it looks
just like me
so broken
so empty
nobody want it anymore
not Even me
because it resembles me
the broken cup of ice coffee on the floor

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