The Cancer Coffee Shop

By , Pittsburgh, PA
Coffee truffle eyes and hazelnut hair with the aroma of the cancer coffee shop. Approach the counter.
My order is to go and it slowly makes these eyes lost and hollow with no pigment to the world. The hazelnut hair falls in clumps and now I'm empty. Cancer stole my body and everything you loved about me. I can feel myself fading and were falling. Chained to a beast that's dragging us both down through the tile, driving us into the ground of this cancer coffee shop. But we still keep breathing, talking, and feeling sorry for ourselves. 





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