In a world made of sugars, she longed for the taste of other poisons, believing that this oath would lead her to find happiness, a way to escape. Her desire was to evoke the most delicate blue in her eyes, to rediscover innocence in the smartest way, with no time for want. She immersed herself in a single word, one that could encompass all letters and sounds, to fill the void that demanded tears, yearning, and hope. This word, a universe in itself, held the power to explain everything that eluded her, encompassing her entirely.

She crafted worlds, seeking other poisons to cure the blank sheets of her existence. Brewing coffee became a poem, and within each verse, she found doors that led to places where she could hold onto what she cherished or seek what she yearned for. Made of sugars, she craved bitter tastes, as if inviting scars to dance upon her own greatness. It was a compelling notion that, even as her emotions bled, she would no longer succumb to the bitterness of love.

She adorned her home slowly with white crockery and perfumes, awaiting a beauty and order that surpassed expectation. A blind date with herself, an unwitting journey towards a gentle escape, a self-love from within.

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