My coffee’s cold
And I don’t have anyone to talk to
I guess I will write
But what do I write about?
There’s a million loves I have
However, none of them are true
And none has touched my lips
So, I will drink my cold coffee
And wash my face
I’ll go out for a walk
But there’s nothing else I can do
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A walk always clears and refreshes the mind. tfs