i'm sorry. it doesn't solve anything i know. but i feel it too. i know how it is. facing realities is hard i know. sigh. i'm sorry.
but please don't give up. i'm still here for you.
Her kiss left an aftertaste you can't shake off. Bitter poison that was sweet; poison that flirted with your tastebuds, causing you to have it all at once, igniting the erotic side that you've suppressed for too long now. It's put you on a high, lusting for more of that taste... Poison. You could blame her, or you could fault the poison. But it doesn't matter: since the two are one. COFFEE.
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