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May 2020
Cigarette between my fingers,
I watch the smoke drift away;
Not normally a smoker,
But I am today.

Smoke meant to ****,
Somehow makes me feel alive.
I inhale it as deep as possible,
But internally I cry.

Who am I?
I do not know.
Time to carry on
This tiring show.
Cody Haag
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Cody Haag  23/M/Erie, PA
(23/M/Erie, PA)   
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