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Jan 2014
You lean against the scratchy brick wall of the locally famous night club taking a pack of **** from your inside coat pocket.
You can feel the bass pumping through the wall, in perfect time with your racing heart.
You place the cancer stick between your lips with a shaking hand and light the poison.

You look around the empty street, trying to clear your mind.
You try to soak it all it, but you can't.
All you see is the gist of everything, never truly understanding how things work, how the world works.

You don't know why you came here tonight.
You don't know why you run away from your problems.
And you most certainly don't know why you ignore all the enormous problems, when you can barely get yourself to understand the minuscule ones.

You take a long drag on your gasper and breathe out the toxic chemicals that are slowly destroying your wheezing lungs and look around the deserted street once again.
No change
No nothing
You're alone
Living your life in Spark Notes and cigarettes
Reilly Nicole
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Reilly Nicole  Michigan
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