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May 2014
Cigarettes.
Why are they so soothing when were alone?
The quiet of the night air...
The burning fizzle of the paper is the only sound
If your listening you can hear them.
Your lungs.
But why should you listen?
When you listen to your heart where does that get you?
Broken.
It's just another *****...
and you're just another man.
Only difference,
I dont need you in my life.
Written by
Alessol  the moon
(the moon)   
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