I imagine the cigarette gently falling to the ground like a red leaf in autumn, when in reality, it's crashing and burning and falling.
I'm crashing and burning and falling.
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I have so many words and so many thoughts going around in my head but they're going to quick for me too write them down... Most frustrating thing ever
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Late Night Thoughts
Poetry["I'm lost in a forest of thoughts and the trees are in flames."] Poems of some sort and thoughts and feelings and questions that will never be answered. Highest ranking: 73rd in poetry - 23.2.16 *cover made by @-misadventures*
