Cold air Cold concrete Cold feeling in my chest Warth from my lighter glowing red cigarette soothes me Ah, I am warm I am calm I am... addicted to this artificial "high" that no longer has an effect except... to make me reach for another. Companionship found in a box with a glaring label saying "no!" and a refreshing remembrance... telling (screaming) "yes!" Inhale it. Breath it. Put it out. Then reach for another.Birth sign: Aquarius
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