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My coffee always gets cold before I can finish it, my heart stutters when I forget to breathe, too busy watching the world go by wondering where I fit into it, my coffee always gets cold before I can finish it, and the day is over before I can open my eyes, and life goes on without me while I sit, with cold coffee.
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Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 11:58 PM UTC
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My coffee always gets cold before I can finish it, my heart stutters when I forget to breathe, too busy watching the world go by wondering where I fit into it, my coffee always gets cold before I can finish it, and the day is over before I can open my eyes, and life goes on without me while I sit, with cold coffee.
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Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 11:58 PM UTC
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