My lips are chapped and my hands are bone dry,
and are stained here and there with coffee grounds residue.
How attractive!
My socks don't match and
I reek of coffee.
Ughh.
Lovely, again..
I over-analyze too much.
Sometimes I think way too much, too.
But sometimes.. I just don't think at all.
I want the sun to always shine warmly on my bed
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