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Cold Tea

Cold Tea

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The reality is, anything can be compared with anything. Wich loses the point of comparing things. One could use the logic that nothing means anything and everything means nothing. That nobody deserves anything. That everything is delusional but why be so? Why can't I compare Love to tea? Why tea? Well really any hot beverage but I find the idea of tea more peculiar and exquisite. In the beginning as the warmth touches your lips you get that sort of fuzzy feeling inside. Yet due to life and the circumstances that arise with it, you end up forgetting about your tea and when you crave it the most. It would already be cold. You don't know whether you should drink it or not. Stay or leave, just like with love.
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