Antisocial nerd(he/they) || loves coffee when iced
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It's the innate sense of loneliness that haunts me;
I drew faces on the bedroom door to feel the comfort of company,
I dream they could sing so I wouldn't become deafened by silence.
Today I sip my coffee,
Take a bite of my bread,
I remember the time when I was happy,
Licking the cream off the cake.