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*It has come to a point where it is nothing But a cycle* Day 26 Smoke cigarettes Try [so hard] not to feel a thing Try not to dwell on those regrets Try not to remember anything Our inside jokes, even the green ones, and silly bets I thought, maybe it meant something But I guess this is as good as it gets I ended up with nothing Nothing but cigarettes (repeat the next day and the day after that)
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Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 8:46 AM UTC
Day 26
*It has come to a point where it is nothing But a cycle* Day 26 Smoke cigarettes Try [so hard] not to feel a thing Try not to dwell on those regrets Try not to remember anything Our inside jokes, even the green ones, and silly bets I thought, maybe it meant something But I guess this is as good as it gets I ended up with nothing Nothing but cigarettes (repeat the next day and the day after that)
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Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 8:46 AM UTC
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