we had a kettle; we let it leak:
our not repairing made it worse.
we haven't had any tea for a week...
the bottom is out of the universe.
- rudyard kipling

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its the end of the week,
and it kind of felt that my birthday was like 2 weeks ago gosh.
time might actually be passing slower that i thought.

full of ups and downs,
but i'm glad for the people who made me smile.
i couldnt be more thankful for the little things that made me smile.

ever since wednesday,
i cant stop drinking tea, particularly earl grey.
there's nothing special about it, but the bergamot lingers.
and it strangely keeps me sane and slightly needy.
a little like a drug, a little like a warm hug.
something tells me that i hide in that little corner with my earl grey,
just because i know that i wont be found.
and that i have an excuse and a need without any judgement.
or is it?

i've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show
and i thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control
but i'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain.
to hell with my pride, let it fall like rain.

sometimes i'm surprised how much i cover up.
they say bottling's not good.
but unleashing the pandora's box not the best way.
still, i wonder how i can so easily dispense advice when i dont believe in them in my circumstance.

i know,
i lack something that drives my passion.

new week, many things to be joyous about.
right, okay.

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