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3 hours passed by like 5 seconds
my caramel macchiato was a bit too sweet, it disturbed my ideas from coming out
writing sad broken poems, short stories that has nothing to do with life and death
it made me tear a little
it made my day a little bit gloomy compared to before i stepped into that cafe
and the sky poured out as hard as it could, as if it was enouraging me to curse the pain out in my writings
when the rain stopped, sun was already preparing to set itself
so did I, packed my stuffs and went to the cashier to pay my coffee
it was indeed a 3 hours of sad poems and made up feelings
couldnt even lift a smile
until you said hi
and i felt like an idiot walking out from that cafe
ive never thought Id meet love, after writing heartbreak poems.