As I kiss the end of this cigarette,
which I know I do not need,
I will inhale its carbon monoxide
and set my mind at ease.
With each puff I think back,
Back to when things made more sense.
The memories all flow back in like a tidal wave
that I can not control
As the smoke makes its way into my lungs
I try to pretend the life in which I am living is not my own.
Then I must exhale and the image of a better life
leaves faster then it came.
Author notes
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Comments
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i like this it is very calming x
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This was a very compelling write that most of us can relate to. Very powerfull I think. It really challanges the reader to face inner demons.
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