You know, the weather is killing me.
The water is like icy cold.
The wind shakes my bones.
I wonder how can I survive europe.
Just now, I made my self a hot cocoa
Was so happy coz it looked yummy and hot
But it burned my lips.
Ahh, nasty cocoa.
Coincidence or non.
When your heart is empty.
But you still let it ajar
Surprises awaits.
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