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"I don't know what to do anymore," I said, between hits of concentrated cancer and a constant supply of countenance. You were there, and you were sharing the smoke with me. Like a long lost brother, you sat close. "No **** You said, with the smoke passing through the screen window. "We're both equally killing ourselves." She added, and it was the truth laced with nicotine. "I'm so lost," I said, with my head resting on the window, as she passes the cigarette to me. "You of all people should know that." I'm holding the cigarette like a drunk mother holds both her child and the toilet bowl. I'm holding the cigarette like it might save my life. Her mother screams, "You better not be smoking up there!"
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May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC
Saturday, May 24, 1:34 AM, In The Shambles Of Slayton, Minnesota.
"I don't know what to do anymore," I said, between hits of concentrated cancer and a constant supply of countenance. You were there, and you were sharing the smoke with me. Like a long lost brother, you sat close. "No **** You said, with the smoke passing through the screen window. "We're both equally killing ourselves." She added, and it was the truth laced with nicotine. "I'm so lost," I said, with my head resting on the window, as she passes the cigarette to me. "You of all people should know that." I'm holding the cigarette like a drunk mother holds both her child and the toilet bowl. I'm holding the cigarette like it might save my life. Her mother screams, "You better not be smoking up there!"
I went crazy on Friday, do you hear? My mom went crazy, and my dad went with it. I got lost with a friend, and sat with her all night.
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May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC
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