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*Picking through the weekends half smoked cigarette butts to find any remnants of worth.

Times fleeting again my words my intellect Its hard to find peace with where you are or what you're doing. Life is made up of moments and it is important to cherish whatever it is while you have it. Those moments are your life *Picking through the weekends half smoked cigarette butts to find any remnants of worth. I can't help but to catch myself evidently not taking my own advice mostly because I retract myself from the thought that these are my moments alone. Where can I find solace and happiness if I cannot find it within myself? I forgot what it feels like to be warm. I forgot what a genuine smile feels like. My eyes My eyes have masked over I'm lost It's everyone else thinking I'm sane that keeps me sane.
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