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you’re twenty-six living in New York City in an apartment by yourself with indisposed thoughts as company you light a cigarette on the emergency stairs outside your bedroom window and you think to yourself “is she broken just as me?” and so you take that one last drag you’ve taken away seven minutes off your life and those seven minutes could’ve been used to call her back but instead you light one more cigarette until tomorrow comes and the day after that and the day after that
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Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 8:36 AM UTC
seven minutes in heaven
you’re twenty-six living in New York City in an apartment by yourself with indisposed thoughts as company you light a cigarette on the emergency stairs outside your bedroom window and you think to yourself “is she broken just as me?” and so you take that one last drag you’ve taken away seven minutes off your life and those seven minutes could’ve been used to call her back but instead you light one more cigarette until tomorrow comes and the day after that and the day after that
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Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 8:36 AM UTC
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