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I lit a cigarette. Bright orange, red and smoke I see. Poison goes in. And I feel more alive! As smoke, my thoughts are vague. The flame is coming closer to my fingers. I feel warmth! Flame goes out. So do I.
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Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 8:36 PM UTC
The smoke
I lit a cigarette. Bright orange, red and smoke I see. Poison goes in. And I feel more alive! As smoke, my thoughts are vague. The flame is coming closer to my fingers. I feel warmth! Flame goes out. So do I.
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21/M/Croatia
Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 8:36 PM UTC
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