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I'm outside smoking a cigarette nothing seems alright in my head. I love the taste on my tongue and he sensation in my head. I'm sitting here alone again with my red jacket and my cigarette i let my thoughts fly away and my spirit with them i don't care that much of what others say all i want is to find myself I don't feel save, but i don't feel alone cause i know that you can hear my song i see that is about to end my dreams and feelings are about to break through that away! that's what my mom used to say funny thing she is addicted to them im sitting outside holding a flower but she is loosing her color i ask her whats wrong? bur she never reply i guess she die... and i stop smoking that night.
