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May 2015
I don't want to do this today
This breathing with air absent of smoke
This sitting and waiting
This living
I don't want to do this today
I want to lay on my back and mix clouds of smoke
With clouds in the sky
So that I don't have to exist here
In my own mind full of emptiness
Where I can't find what's missing
One Of The Tired Souls
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One Of The Tired Souls  25/F/Colorado
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