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a broken heart is like an empty coffee mug, it needs to be filled again

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Caffeine runs so deep

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Severing ties since 2012

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The ever bitter-sweet taste that never gets old.

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Anyone feelin' that coffee vibe?

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Coffee-19

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This should be the longest word..

Supercoffeefragiliciousexpialidocious

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Most drink milk before going to bed, for me coffee

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Todays vibe? Coffee, and lots of it

Anonymous

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A bad with Coffee is better than a good day without it

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Caffeine is the foundation of my food pyramid.

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Coffee is a hug in a mug

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Coffee should be black as hell, strong as death, and sweet as love

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Love is in the air, and it smells like coffee

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Coffee Dream

I have always been the type of person to fully love a cup of joe, whether it be during the cold rainy season of “ber” months, or the blazing heat of summer. But one thing is for sure, never did it taste sweetest when the bitterness lingers on your tongue.

My bottomless craving for this drink sometimes consumes my thoughts, I sometimes wonder how coffee can be so similar to every aspect of a person’s existence and reality. In our lives, we often start as nothing more than a drop of water, the very first drop that fills the glass which represents our lives. A drop of liquid with no taste, no color, no smell, no apparent distinction to whatever. Like a blank slate that has never been tainted with goodness nor defiled by evil, haven’t felt love nor hatred nor remorse, yes that’s what it felt at first.

As we fill our cup we start off as nothing more than a simple hot glass. Cheery, energetic, full of life, we begin to fill each of our cup with nothing more but the sweet bliss of life. But life as we all know isn’t all sweet and hearty. As drops continue to fill, we now mix in with the regrettable and hateful bitter taste of life. A taste that can make you spit, choke, cough, and vomit, a taste that can turn the brightest of smiles into the ugliest crinkled face, yes that is life. As time goes by and we slowly fill our cup, the current glass is either an extreme of sweetness or bitterness depending on how you mixed in all that has happened. Nothing stays the same, the once hot glass will slowly turn into a chilling frosted glass. The feeling of gloom, despair, hate, isolation, a terrible place to someone who has lived a cup of joy.

As we finally fill half our cup, now is a blend of a delicious sweet and bitter that is continually being filled. From what I can say it’s somewhat of a dalgona with nothing more than coffee, water, but whatever. Finally, we reach the point in our cup when we decide what we become, what we will add to make our cup unique, to make our cup who we are.

Just like all coffee drink, there will always be something that makes a coffee drink more unique than the other, maybe adding liquor? Or maybe a bit of chocolate? It’s all up to how you want it. Like every person, we all make decisions based on what we want, and that’s what makes each of our cups uniquely different.  

By the time we finally fill our cup, it’s when we finally relax and enjoy, or maybe remorse and regret the fruit that has finally bared from all our efforts. Whether you filled your cup with warmth or cold, with sweet or bitter, or something balanced, it resulted from you. By the time you’ve started enjoying your cup, sip by sip you savor or regret what you have put together. Until the time that finally, your cup has finally emptied. Just like people on the brink of death, when you finish a cup of coffee you feel satisfied or not.