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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an orange squeezed is orange juice
when forced into a corner, pushed to the brink, when wrung dry and lifeless, what comes out of you, what you make of you, is who you are. who you…[...]
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