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cigarettes at 2am

out into the wilderness you go

to **** on that little bit of heaven

to feel it,

to feel something.

 

once it was your ***** little secret

but you can never be to careless with secrets

the more you hide them the more apparent they become to those who you tried ever so carefully to disguise them from.

as with every secret it was found

people were hurt

and you lost your little ritual

your evening game.

sent into the wild to do that one thing which keeps you sane.

 

so as you stand there in the dark

next to the trash bins where you belong

and watch the glow of your friend flicker away

think to yourself, is this okay?

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