It’s been five months. It’s too late now.
I sipped on my black coffee.
how did I turn out this way?
My head was spinning as I stood up. I took out a piece of gum and put it in my mouth.
I feel the hollowed out space in my stomach. I’m getting used to this feeling.
It’s almost satisfactory.
I took another sip.
This will all be worth it.
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This is my second poem ever so it’s not that great :/
don't say that! the poem was a great read, keep up the good work 🙂
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