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The boisterous wind did nothing but send smoke into the his eyes. He inhales the smoke and lets out a deep sigh. His eyes become red as he stares the dazzling moon. Cold, winter nights is the best weather to walk in. "Therapeutic." The Tiger flicked the cigarette bud off the railing. This shit doesn't help much.

Fuck, it's too cold for this shit.

Sophomore year in college, and all he wants to do is drop out. An engineering major contemplating about his career plans and dreading life. People say that he should come over for parties and study groups and such. But what the fuck does that gotta do with him? He always turns down the opportunity to communicate. People say he just does better on his own and doesn't needs anyone's help.

But, whoever led you into thinking that?

"I'm sorry but we can't love like this,"

"Don't leave me, please."

















I want to love the way you love to leave.

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