Moonlight Reminiscence of a Restless Soul

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Turd, why do you do dis. I am starting to not hate you.

I can relate to this poem.

Asshole always wwent on break before me, and I would go down, stand in the doorway, and there that fucker was, sitting all fucking content with my teacup and little plate I had for it (matched), my tea and my honey.

I would just sit opposite of him, reading… always made a fucking show of how much he enjoyed it. Look at me, I’m drinking from the nicest teacup. Hey you, you look like someone who possesses absolutely nothing in life save the clothes on your back and a few books in storage, look at me, drinking so damn contentky from this teacup.

I never use cups others drink from… no matter how well washed, I just don’t trust them, so I’m left looking at this gut, cause even if I’m not gonna use it anymore, was still mine, and it once made me very happy. Others knew about it, but told them not to say anything about it. Didn’t need to have any work issues.

Just… That was my fucking teacup. It brought me a lot of satisfaction. And I don’t have my teacup now.