The hazy thoughts, fading.
Just like the smoke dissolving.
I can smell the strong cigrattes,
As I see men with ego in here.
Under the pretense of knowing,
Insulting the women and their thinking,
Guess this isn't a good place to be.
For I can tell this isn't worth it.
There is no need for me to prove to them.
What I do, and why I love doing it.
I will keep on doing my own things.
Whil I smoke cigrattes not just to degrade.
Respect builds people.
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There Was A Feeling
PoetryWhile so many things could've changed, I wanted to decide I'll always be the same. But why is it so difficult? ------- This book is the poetry book with poetries highlighting topics anxiety, depression, self-doubt, heartbreak and many more such fee...
