Coffee is my anti-murdering juice,
A cup a day keeps me sane enough to function in society.
You could say it's my version of a ciggerate.
My instant hit of dopamine- happy juice, or do I just like the creamer?
Maybe.
It could also be the only consistent thing I can drink daily that keeps me happy,
Or am I just addicted to caffeine?
Maybe.
I can't help it though,
Caffeine keeps the demons at bay.
Or is it because I don't look good in orange?
Maybe.
I do know I am too pretty for prison,
Maybe.
So, I'll continue to drink my coffee.
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Anti-murdering juice hahahah girl same!
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