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When I'm sick it's there for me, warming my ill body And when I'm happy it's there with its uplifting presence to excite me It warms my throat and heart I devour it with sheer pleasure As it fills me
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Oct 2, 2024
Oct 2, 2024 at 4:34 PM UTC
letter soup
When I'm sick it's there for me, warming my ill body And when I'm happy it's there with its uplifting presence to excite me It warms my throat and heart I devour it with sheer pleasure As it fills me
I'm sick and it's my birthday tomorrow so I'm trying to lift myself up by appreciating letter soup, which is the best thing there is in this plain world.
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Oct 2, 2024
Oct 2, 2024 at 4:34 PM UTC
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