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No matter what I eat or what I drink
All the vices and distraction.
Nothing can get rid of the bitter taste that you left behind.
Your promises and words leave their marks on my mind in the early hours of the morning.
Even after you've cut yourself off from me for my sake.
In the dawn of another sleepless night spent wasting away.
Only thinking about you.
My tired state can't even bear to dream, but I do anyway.
Of all the time we could've spent learning to love and uplift one another.
If only the both of us didn't have troubles as painful as the burn marks left behind by the coffee that spilled on my hand.
It's starting to hurt, it's surprising how it hurts more now than it did when it freshly happened.
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