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Feb 2015
The Internet stole my soda
Just a little bit at a time
A sip here and there is nothing
Because in the end the soda is still mine

Give and be given to
No harm from sharing my cup
But I was not returned my offerings
Instead I needed something to fill me up

So much soda has been spent
My cup's promise is to always hold more
But that cup can find no more soda
The supply would not last forever this was sure.

My soda is really good
I had and shared so much at the start
But the sipping ran dry my soda
Because the Internet stole my heart
Matt McAlister
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Matt McAlister  25/M/USA
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