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 Apr 2014 cigarette daydreams
i
i need some kind
of tune, melody,
rhythm,
so i can take my mind
off my life,
and focus on
someone else's.
i need some kind
of words, sentences,
lyrics,
to ease the pain
that has been stabbing
my heart over and
over again.
i need some kind
of genre, rhyme,
harmony,
to play in the
background,
while i slowly,
and painfully
end my life.
I am not lost in this world
Though I care not where I go

The music may play fast
But my heart, it beats slow

And if you ever wonder
How I know the things I know

I've lived the highest high
And withstood the lowest low
 Apr 2014 cigarette daydreams
i
i tremendously
adore anything
and everything
that's bad
for me.
r
Moon
 Apr 2014 cigarette daydreams
r
I call her Moon.
              Why, you ask?
Because she is light
     when my nights are heavy.

r ~ 4/24/14
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   |    O
  / \
 Apr 2014 cigarette daydreams
i
perhaps, you are
only in my mind,
but you are surely
destroying it.
I am a poet.
Only lie in
Writing.
He drops the rest of his one
Daily smoke
On the cold January ground.
Puts his glove back on
And gazes at the crane,
With distant eyes under the brim
Of his orange hard hat.

Then, through one of those smiles
That make any bad day better,
He turns to me and speaks.

*Always eat the yellow snow, Sverre.
It could be beer...
 Apr 2014 cigarette daydreams
i
it's four am,
and i am lying in
the bed that cracks
every time somebody
touches it,
just like i me.
and i stare at the ceiling,
thinking about my
****** up life
and how i will
run away even
further.
i m just hoping
that nobody will
be looking for me and
nobody will find me,
because i do not
want to be found.
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