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Mar 2021
I lit a cigarette.
Bright orange, red and smoke I see.
Poison goes in.
And I feel more alive!
As smoke, my thoughts are vague.
The flame is coming closer to my fingers.
I feel warmth!
Flame goes out.
So do I.
Written by
Blouth Minders  21/M/Croatia
(21/M/Croatia)   
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