Smoke.
Smoke, smoke, smoke, and more smoke.
Smoke from the cigarettes and smoke from the weed.
Smoke from the still smoldering past that I've burnt behind me.
Smoke from all the times I've watched myself crash and burn.
And smoke from the lungs of those who look down on me.
Everything I know is clouded in smoke and covered with soot.
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