As i was smoking a cigarette I noticed a strain of hair on my hand, i thought it could be moving, mustn't have fallen from a loch
I tried to pick it up and throw it somewhere unimportant but it was only smoke
tried
it went away
disappeared, faded away
disappeared
just like my mind.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 12:09 PM UTC
As i was smoking a cigarette I noticed a strain of hair on my hand, i thought it could be moving, mustn't have fallen from a loch
I tried to pick it up and throw it somewhere unimportant but it was only smoke
tried
it went away
disappeared, faded away
disappeared
just like my mind.
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