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We’re all just a mess of broken cups, waiting to be forced back together Because a broken cup is worthless So I’m worthless and you’re worthless and that’s all we can ever be so instead we sit in our China cabinet prison Waiting For no one because if we’re all broken, there is no one to fix us I often laugh to myself when people tell me they’re not insecure For I can see it leaking from the cracks in their cup, and the second I learned how to pick my broken cup from the cabinet floor and glue it back together with care They want to drink from it They want the continents that I worked so hard to get because They can’t do it themselves So instead, they seek gratitude or compliments, which are really shallow digs little do they know my tea will do them no good. It would be like replacing wine with water and claiming to still be DRUNK My cup is not yours to drink from no matter how many cracks yours acquires my tea will do you no good But my glue now that you can use So take it find how to fix your cup, so it can be properly filled for you can’t find yourself at the bottom of an Empty Cup
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Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 8:29 PM UTC
The China Cabinet
We’re all just a mess of broken cups, waiting to be forced back together Because a broken cup is worthless So I’m worthless and you’re worthless and that’s all we can ever be so instead we sit in our China cabinet prison Waiting For no one because if we’re all broken, there is no one to fix us I often laugh to myself when people tell me they’re not insecure For I can see it leaking from the cracks in their cup, and the second I learned how to pick my broken cup from the cabinet floor and glue it back together with care They want to drink from it They want the continents that I worked so hard to get because They can’t do it themselves So instead, they seek gratitude or compliments, which are really shallow digs little do they know my tea will do them no good. It would be like replacing wine with water and claiming to still be DRUNK My cup is not yours to drink from no matter how many cracks yours acquires my tea will do you no good But my glue now that you can use So take it find how to fix your cup, so it can be properly filled for you can’t find yourself at the bottom of an Empty Cup
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Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 8:29 PM UTC
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