sluggish
in a silent way lethargy is the cinnamon sprinkled on a cappuccino you never asked anyone to make you, and the damned thing is too hot to drink. so you sit there with a burnt tongue and think to yourself, "well, there go my plans for the day." not that you made any plans to begin with. but if you had... 130215
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