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Jan 23
I've always wished people could drink their words and realize how bitter they taste.

While having a way of weaving their words to be as cloying as a dollop of honey in bitter tea;

They serve that cup only to those whom they can gain something from.

And those whom they cannot gain anything from, are served nothing.

Nothing, but
A cup of bitterness.
Eiza Ivelisse
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Eiza Ivelisse  25/F
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