I remember Coffee. I remember polka dotted dreams, and sunday mass high in the sky. I miss Coffee dearly. I remember pissed off girl firends, and late late nights. I remember early morning sunrises and smoking patios. I miss Coffee very much. I remember badonkadonk, and backing that ass up. I remember improving life. I remember short hair and big laughs. I miss you Coffee.
Jesus Christ...jazzminarinoDecember 4 2006, 08:24:08 UTC
That hurt my heart bad.
And now here I sit, in a locked psychiatric ward, with nothing to keep me company except for constantly replaying Christmas carols, some egg noodles, and a man who mumbles when he speaks.
I miss the days of smoking diner runs, the breakfast combo, seeing my clothes walk around on campus because you conveniently stole them from me, and having less cigarettes than I started with...
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And now here I sit, in a locked psychiatric ward, with nothing to keep me company except for constantly replaying Christmas carols, some egg noodles, and a man who mumbles when he speaks.
I miss the days of smoking diner runs, the breakfast combo, seeing my clothes walk around on campus because you conveniently stole them from me, and having less cigarettes than I started with...
... in other words, I miss you.
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