Let's just sit here. On this park bench. With the rain beating down on us. Begging us to stop throwing our lives into the wind like damn confetti. Let's think about life as the sweet sickness of smoke crawls in and out of our lungs.
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Let's just sit here. On this park bench. With the rain beating down on us. Begging us to stop throwing our lives into the wind like damn confetti. Let's think about life as the sweet sickness of smoke crawls in and out of our lungs.