In a Coffee Shop 

In a coffee shop I feel at home.

I have heard stories of my Nana giving me coffee from my bottle and I believe that’s where it all began.

A sweet addiction.

Something that me and my mother have always had in common is coffee. I can remember the first time I drank too much in one day and had the worst headache in the world, now without it I get a headache.

My longest addiction.

Going through high school and college caffeine was by my side.

My needed addiction.

I am a barista and I feel as though I am an artist in the same.

My addiction is my way of living.

I wonder why I feel so at home in a coffee shop?


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