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Stagnant
Stagnant cups I drink, a foul tea party. Toasting to my own laziness and stupidity. Fearing to do something, I did nothing. Letting days turn into years. My cup is full and I need to drain it. Leaving the well of it’s source behind. I will find clear waters to draw upon, Replenishing heart and soul back to life. By:Kimarie
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