What if I'm a lifetime-long cigarette,
doing nothing but despair and pain,
take minutes from the young,
ozone from the sky,
and burn the forest that I'm in.
Fooling others that I'm a source of light,
yet all I do is burn,
kill,
and destroy.
Helping others forget about problems,
yet taking away their lives doing so.
Maybe I should stay away,
from life,
from people.
- thoughts from sitting in the dark
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Diary of An Eccentric
Randombecause I can't get a stupid pen. Sidenote; Welcome to my weird journal. I should warn you every kind of written content could get itself into here; from stories with characters, poems and even to my opinions. Also, thank you for reading this and I...
