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Two cups of coffee. One's empty, the other's getting cold.
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Remember to look up, love what was always there
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Response to prompt: "Why do you write?"
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Just a notice, I don't usuallypublish on this site a lot anymore, and have much more writing on another writing site called Prose. Here's a link, caus..
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Your painful, endless, circling lies, forever embedded in my lifeless eyes.
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Morally Gray
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Vicious circle
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I woke up, hungover, in mexico with no idea how I got there.
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Love, betrayal, heartbreak, suicide.
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Who wants to be friends with the girl in the back?
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