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if we're being honest, i don't really like coffee. it's the feeling of satisfaction after brewing some at the earliest of hours with a good book at hand. i think that it helps set a pace for the day. most of the time, i drink it for its scent not the taste. but you knew that. when i told you i didn't love you anymore, i lied. you're the human embodiment of life itself; chaotically perfect, you're a diamond in the dirt. i'd be a fool if i didn't love you.
YOU ARE READING
last night, i had a dream about you
Poetrypoetry she doesn't realise that a broken heart can't be fixed with a sorry.