i look at the cup of coffee in my hands.it is perfectly smooth, made of sea foam like blue porcelain. delicate and fragile, just like those happy dreams i had once wished to live. but that was another life. the life that ended when the nightmares began. the happy dreams started to haunt me and make me believe that i could never ever get what i wanted. that i would never be as good as i wished to be. that reaching the top required a ladder that would always remain elusive.
i take a big sip of the hot brown liquid and burn my tongue in the process. a voice in my head says ''serves you right for wanting more than you deserve ''. the other voice agrees.
this is the story of my life.
i take a big sip of the hot brown liquid and burn my tongue in the process. a voice in my head says ''serves you right for wanting more than you deserve ''. the other voice agrees.
this is the story of my life.
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