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Tea stained tea cups are what fills my cabinets, as well as my heart. All of my best memories are with those stained cups Sitting with the warm sun to my face, fresh crisp summer air runs through my lungs. Its another ******* day, and all I want is some hot tea. It's sad to say that's the best part of my day. I want something else to make my day, Something a little bit more complex I'm not fully dead inside, Because my tea fills me up. The warmth lifts my mood off from the floor. The taste is bittersweet; suchlike myself. some days, I think my tea is the only thing that can't upset me or let me down.
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 10:36 AM UTC
Stained Tea Cups.
Tea stained tea cups are what fills my cabinets, as well as my heart. All of my best memories are with those stained cups Sitting with the warm sun to my face, fresh crisp summer air runs through my lungs. Its another ******* day, and all I want is some hot tea. It's sad to say that's the best part of my day. I want something else to make my day, Something a little bit more complex I'm not fully dead inside, Because my tea fills me up. The warmth lifts my mood off from the floor. The taste is bittersweet; suchlike myself. some days, I think my tea is the only thing that can't upset me or let me down.
SeabirdFlyinHigh
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 10:36 AM UTC
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