I feel sick, like my stomach is synchronised with my heartbeats. Is as if my soul has been scooped out from my body again and this shell just floats around. I dont know. Nicotine rushes into my brain with every drag and wakes me up a little bit more, while the night wind whispers sweet things in my ear while it smokes my cigarette away. Today was Sunday and I feel like a 100 years older and 21 years more ignorant.
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