Memories were always served warm, like late night coffee brewed on busy Sundays. I drink and think about how it has always been the sugar that still kept me awake, nervous, wistful, and shaking, long after the caffeine has left my veins.
Memories were always served warm, like late night coffee brewed on busy Sundays. I drink and think about how it has always been the sugar that still kept me awake, nervous, wistful, and shaking, long after the caffeine has left my veins.
@ bittersweet diary 
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