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Mar 2020
tears flow down, forming streams of agony
suppressed anger, turned to broken cries
light a cigarette, inhale the nicotine
blow the smoke, release the wrath

dying a little everyday, succumbing to the pain
time becomes shorter, life becomes duller
shrieks of disarray, no empathy is shown
lungs burned out, I recind
if i quit, know it was for the best.
Jesse Buenavides
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Jesse Buenavides  19/M/Home
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