

Reminiscing the BittersweetI cried this morning. For three hours I cried. The worst feeling I have ever felt. For three hours. I want to go back. Back to the beggining. To the days of holding you and no worries. To the days I can never have. Never again. Kissing you and whispering I love you into your ear. Remembering all of those times I held you as you fell asleep. All those time you pushed me back onto my bed when you needed room. The times where there were no worries. Nothing to bring us down. Knowing that when I called you my sweetheart, I meant it. Knowing that when you called me babe, you meReminiscing the Bittersweet
Agony
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The DungeonIts behind the coffee... That sits on a shelf- Ive been there in person Ive seen it myself! They just walk around itThe Dungeon
Like nobody cares, Ignoring those dark and mysterious stairs To the dungeon.
And so, while I linger here Sipping my tea, I cant help but ponder What reason thered be For a sweet, small cafe So pleasant and charming To have as its centerpiece, Dark and alarming, A portal that leads
To a dungeon!
I suppose itd come in handy if A patron thought his bill to stiff


Tepid TeaTepid TeaTepid Tea
Lying on my bed, drinking tepid tea, I ponder our decisions, and what they did to me. I would be much warmer if I got under the sheets, But shivering suits my mood; the chill is bittersweet. I could see more clearly if I flicked the light switch on, But then I’d have to see the truth, which is that you’re gone. I would be more comfortable if food passed through my lips, But when you’re starving, not just heartbroken, the pain will somewhat shift. I’d feel better about myself if I put on clean clothes, But when you fabricate a reason, a portion of the pain goes.  
I see what you did there.
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A journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step.
I just took a step...
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"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom." - Anais Nin
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