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 Apr 2020 anna
Kvothe
Caffeine
 Apr 2020 anna
Kvothe
You are tea,
serene in your surroundings.

                                                               ­                                        I am coffee,
                                                                ­           attention always bounding.

Your colour milkish pale,
creamy optimism.

                                                               ­                              I am taken black,
                                                                ­                                bitter cynicism.


Two sugars,
to match your disposition.

                                                               ­                                     None for me,
                                                             ­       I'll maintain my grim affliction.


                                               We differ so much,
                                                     it's obscene.
                                                  
     ­                                              But in the end
                                               we're both caffeine.
Repost of an old one
 Apr 2020 anna
AnxiousOcean
words strangle my gravity
and breathing is not easy
how do I write a piece
if I couldn't be at ease?
have you ever felt sad and you suddenly felt the need to write? but you couldn't even express whatever you're feeling through a single line. that's my own kind of tragedy.
 Apr 2020 anna
Cora
skin
 Apr 2020 anna
Cora
take
me
out
of
my skin
my skin is just a lovely prison
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