I breathe in the ashes of at least the tenth cigarette I swore to be my last. This isn't going to last forever. Nothing does.
I feel stuck in some kind of a limbo. I know you feel it too. Breathing in smoke to avoid facing reality.
But reality doesn't change. This isn't a dream and I'm me. Sitting on the window sill, putting out my cigarette.
Light another one. My lighter flame has never looked so captivating. My minds a blur infected with dirty thoughts and nicotine.
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