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wrong day to misplace my sunglasses (they even let crying become incognito) heavy heart all the way home can't wait yet dreading the mailbox (it isn't empty) sometimes mail gets lost between the pages of a circular so i violently shuffled each page to the floor (to no avail) no bittersweet white envelope to appear and in this ****** time i realized i hadn't had a cigarette in almost a day usually "the right time" points to when things are good i think the right time to quit might be now when so many things feel at their worst. so far so good (32 hours) how bout quitting you next?
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Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 12:26 AM UTC
the right time
wrong day to misplace my sunglasses (they even let crying become incognito) heavy heart all the way home can't wait yet dreading the mailbox (it isn't empty) sometimes mail gets lost between the pages of a circular so i violently shuffled each page to the floor (to no avail) no bittersweet white envelope to appear and in this ****** time i realized i hadn't had a cigarette in almost a day usually "the right time" points to when things are good i think the right time to quit might be now when so many things feel at their worst. so far so good (32 hours) how bout quitting you next?
naturallynatasha
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Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 12:26 AM UTC
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