Black coffee.
No milk or cream.
No sugar.
Boiling hot.
In a limited time span, I am to drink you.
I try to use you for good.
But you are a fuel for a day gone bad.
My lost, at-home friend. I wish you believed me. I didn't know better than to let you in. You knew better than to cross me. I can't ...
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