the first sip
that first sip is for me.not just a morning ritual,the anxiety to capturethe need for perfection,content seems crucial. not just to wake me,endless snippets of life,up I swipe on every…[...]
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it takes effort
they look similar, the browns that can’t be told apart. the tea stands in stark contrast the coffee typically doesn’t blend in. at first glance, in sync. the perfection of…[...]
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did you or did i?
you claim to know me, the toxicity i grew up with the toxicity i built in me. the pain it took me, the pills it took me, the time it…[...]
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