Staring off into existence, my cigarette seems like it’ll never burn away, but then again a watched pot never boils. Or is it the grass is greener? Where was I when…What was that? Knocking? Tapping? Panging? What?! I feel it taking over, the blood rushes slowly but hot as lava my face is flooded, thoughts melting into one concern, what is it? I can
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