Just Smoke... nothing else.

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Hazy

Hazy Fog

Hazy Fog Whirling in my mind

Suffocating

Filling

D

R

O

W

N

I

N

G

Drowning every bit

Swallowing me Whole

As one

I sink

Never hit the bottom

Don't hit the bottom

I cant

I wont

Will not

Drown in the bottom

Just close the eyes

Count to

3

Then to

6

Deep breath

Hold it

.

.

.

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