The Coffee, The Alcohol and The Mug Of Hopeless Fucks - Laila Shuaib, Author - Wattpad

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The Coffee, The Alcohol and The Mug Of Hopeless Fucks

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The words you tell people. The words you tell yourself. The words you never tell. 
Poetry bring it to you in a story only you can mirror. 

The Coffee,a pour of brew,two sugar of forced smiles,milk and a stir of uncertainty. 

The Alcohol,a shot of the hot stuff,ices of my crumbling rocks and a swirl of madness. 

The Mug Of Hopeless Fucks,insanity at its best,eerie at its worst and the unfair dose of "Yes,I'm not fine"

This poetry collection is strung like sun-worn petals in a three-dimension wave,each carefully composed to be worn around your neck.

Cover design by Larnny DesignsAll Rights Reserved

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