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You were my cup of tea. I looked forward to you every morning when I woke up and every night before I closed my eyes. You made me feel relaxed, you made me confrontable. I was your glass of alcohol. I gave you a temporary feeling. I washed all your pain away then you were done with me. Now I'm only left with the sting from my sugar addiction.

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