these words stringed together are solely for the writer's own purpose. it's a form of liberation of the unspoken words, which need not be heard nor judged by anyone. it's not a public deliverance. stop.
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the smell of coffee heals the weary soul. every sip generates an oomph, rousing the numb mind. laid on the bed, being toasted to the tip. and going dumbfounded. my eyes are magnetically glued to a corner where there lies nothing but an empty table. blank as if the mind is hynoptised. it is strange. strange but pleasing. to the notion of need not to think about any thoughts. make me a doll.
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make me one too.
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