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大年初二

i dun wanna close my eyes..

its 1.30am, the chocolaty aroma of coffee filled every corner of my room, every sip triggers a spark of tartness on my palate. the body of it coated my mouth like a Brazilian blend. a flavour of bitterness i seek comfort in. parallel to that of beer; flavoured with hops. the only substitute to level the stinging pain. binging aint delusion on my part. for the latter that is. its the only channel of consciousness i can find myself back to temporarily drown the numbness, pain & cold, with a lil momentary tinge of joy before hittin hard back on reality. i'm totally clueless on wad tis is all abt but for wad is supposed to be a time to pen down my every thoughts since 08' has definitely gotten me battered back to square one. i promised more will be up. thanks all.

Coffee should be black as hell,
Strong as death
And sweet as love.