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the only bitterness she loved was the bitterness of coffee. It made her feel much more happier than she had felt in a while. she was fascinated with coffee and every drop of it felt like heaven. the dark coffee matched her soul which was ever darker. As the world started getting shittier her coffee started getting more bitter. maybe she was alive because of these aesthetic things like coffee, books, music and large sweaters. maybe she was just another human living in her own world of fantasies rather than the real world.
- iffat
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