red mug (unedited)
As I sit here and i drink from your coffee cup
I think I think i can taste a part of you
I think you are not as stong as your name defines you
I think you are not as happy as the warmth you give
I do not think you are as sad as you show
i think you are
much
much
sadder
I think that you want to help others because others will not help you
I think the constant surrounding of people makes you forget you are alone
If your name does mean strength know it does not mean you have to be strong
If your name is a hill know it is something you do not need to climb
For my name means rival and I will help you fight all these things you let define you
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