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when you were here, everything was beautiful. this cup in front of me, it symbolized the time and hours you spent making it for me. the taste of coffee was sweet in it, even when it lacked sugar. this cup made my love for you come to life when it was close to dying, it was my companion. it made my day better to drink from it, your sloppy handwriting melted into the drink, making it thicker with your love.

now, you've been gone for months. this cup is just a clumsy attempt at pottery with my name scribbled on it. I don't drink from it anymore. after all, it's just a cup. 

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