Jane couldn't stop thinking about the coffee
It was just so hot and dark
But she could never forget the crisafi
*
That morning, Jane was shocked by the toffy
She had to calm herself with a shark
Jane couldn't stop thinking about the coffee
*
Later, Jane was spooked by a coffey
She tried to focus on a bark
But she could never forget the crisafi
*
Andrew tried to distract her with an alafi
Said it was time to start thinking about a lark
Jane couldn't stop thinking about the coffee
*
Jane took action like tophi
The coffee was like a toxic monarch
But she could never forget the crisafi
*
Jane nosedived like a sweet khadafi
Her mind turned into a mark
Jane couldn't stop thinking about the coffee
But she could never forget the crisafi
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I want to grow
I want to grow and I’m going to grow. I’m not going to be this version of myself anymore and you won’t know who I become. You won’t talk to her, or be by her side as she goes through life— you won’t know her. Her heart won’t even remember the small moments that’ve clung to it for so long. I’ll watch her embrace a new life that has nothing to do with you, and there won’t be a space waiting like there has been for far too long.
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