I exhale and watch the smoke spiral,
climbing up into the sky.
I take another hit and close my eyes,
wishing I could be that high.
I breathe out once again,
wanting my feelings to disappear in the smoke.
Like I could just disconnect
and fly away from this joke.
I knock the ashes off and
stare at this cancer stick.
I wonder why I do this,
why I make myself sick. (circa 2006)
climbing up into the sky.
I take another hit and close my eyes,
wishing I could be that high.
I breathe out once again,
wanting my feelings to disappear in the smoke.
Like I could just disconnect
and fly away from this joke.
I knock the ashes off and
stare at this cancer stick.
I wonder why I do this,
why I make myself sick. (circa 2006)
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