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this is my favorite I felt so strong saying this

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- The pain of loving someone at the wrong time

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Poor privileged young girl,

With her skin light and thinking that she discovered her purpose because of the paper that falls in her hands,

Letting deceivers roam in the walls of her delicate temple, convinced it’s genuine love every time

Having everything handed to her, yet its still not enough

Coating herself in diamonds because she can’t shine by herself

- sometimes I think I’m too spoiled to be this sad; sometimes I think being spoiled is a really sad thing

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Not sure when my coffee addiction started.

I was younger, 11 or 12 maybe. and all I knew is that all the successful, business like people drank it before work.

All the teachers, all the people in the movies, my parents

I could never drink it black like them though, I sweetened it up drastically but “close enough” I’d say and head off to school.

Although as years went by, I had the worst days that started with coffee in the morning, it still gave me a sense of accomplishment, a reason to start the day. Productive, like the people in the movies.

But things change.

Life grows stronger, darker and bitter. My freshly brewed cup will sit for hours before my lips even touch it, the steam becomes extinguished before I can even breathe it in.

The only reason I need it now is to satisfy my bloodthirsty migraine and convince me that I’m not the only one who can’t be sweet and light on its own.

- Cold coffe, lost motivation

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the only way i can ever hear about what’s hurting you most is if I’m outside and I put my ear to the door because you find more comfort in 4 grey walls and a void than in me

- Seven

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