I got broken the day my favourite cup fell from my hand to the floor,i watched it break into pieces before my eyes.
I couldn't help,i felt so helpless and the sound of it spears through my heart.
Others may feel that it was just a cup but to me it was more than that.
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My taste bud agreed with anything that i could take once it was from my favourite cup
There was a particular feeling it would give,i don't know if i was emotional or sentimental with it.
And yes it was a gift from my grandfather,
i had treasured it since i was much younger,the colour was amazing and it reflected calmness,joy and peace.
I got real inspiration each time i took a zip from it.
What made the cup special was because it was a gift from my favourite grandfather
The design was unique and the colours were awesome, signifying peace, calmness and love.
My favourite cup was like my best friend and loosing it hurts more than i can explain and i am still waiting if i could find something similar or better.
I missed my favourite cup
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