Monday 8:00 Coffee Shop
I’m here. I’m here.
In this makeshift home of mine- It’s all too public.
It’s a coffee shop- I cannot bare to go home.
I’d rather pursue this purgatory.
I cannot stay here forever.
It closes at 8:00-
It’s nearly 8:00 already.
I’ll go home, then.
It’s a shame…
I don’t know how I’ll go on coasting once I’m home.
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