there's nothing like a fucking cigarette when you're low. every puff you take is eternal, the thoughts just flow and never go where you expect them to..the smoke melts between locks of hair creating this oniric atmosphere, but it's such a solitary thing, specially to the ones already versed in loneliness. the anguish just vanishes. it's an unchangeable moment, and when it's done you never want to do it again.
would it be too bad if I confessed to you now? only now, after all the emotions have worn off and they're just dead skin from yesterday.
it's just terrible when you feel that your pain is grander than everyone elses, because then it might as well be...one pathetic piece of relationship and then nothingness, vaccum, empty bottom of void. and darkness surrounds you everywhere.
pathetic just sticks to your bones like tar. and loneliness is so blazing and hollow, like an eternal hallway you're somehow doomed to walk through. nobody said it was easy..and when the lyrics "it's such a shame for us to part" don't ring any bell whatsoever for you anymore, then you know it really has gotten ugly.
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