A cup of tea, for one; I sit alone with my archived thoughts.
A welcomed cup of tea, yet the thoughts are wicked and sorrowful.
Can’t we brush them away? If we did, then I wouldn’t be thinking about you.
I used to long for days alone. Now they are my everyday.
Such a poignant statement
‘I used to long for days alone. Now they are my everyday’
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Thanks so much for taking the time to read my words. ♥️ ♥️ ♥️
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I loved that a lot …
Such depth was evident ♥️♥️
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