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" at the end of the day, I lost him, just like he thought he had lost me. "

coloured smoke

by Lotus

he liked to smoke,

it made him think of her.

he liked to smoke,

to feel relief and satisfaction.

he liked to smoke,

to take his mind off of all the crap in life.

he liked to smoke,

because some days, he wanted to die.

he liked to smoke,

to see all kinds of colours.

he liked to smoke,

because what the hell?

he liked to smoke,

just so he felt like he was happy.

he liked to smoke,

not really knowing, why he liked to smoke.

but at the end of the day,

the coloured smoke just made the memory of her fade.

at the end of the day,

it didn't relief him, nor did he feel real satisfaction.

at the end of the day,

the crap just blew back into his face.

at the end of the day,

death wasn't close enough for his liking.

at the end of the day,

the coloured smoke would fade away just like she did.

at the end of the day,

what the hell, was just a silly excuse for the actual fact that he didn't know how to fit in right.

at the end of the day,

the happiness he thought he had was just a moment of feeling less like he was killing himself.

at the end of the day,

he knew exactly why he was smoking and why he couldn't stop. but hiding and trying to forget reality is sometimes better then facing facts and the world.

at the end of the day,

I lost him, just like he thought he had lost me.

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