Beijing, China

I thought the cold air would help But there's only fucking smoke Free fags, I'm living the dream of a million burnt out lungs with capillaries astray - Sadness is a comfort Happiness burns against my eyelids It sears against the grey - Age doesn't matter as long as you pay Head high to keep the nausea at bay; Visions blur, thought the alcohol in my backpack somehow took effect it was just the fucking smoke.

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