As the sun goes down
I wonder my existence
The sun will still rise tomorrow
But why can't I get better
I look at the piece
Of cigar in my hand
Dooes this really make me happy?
But how I wish it will slowly kill me
I don't wanna die
But if the train is going to hit me
I won't save myself either
I took the last hit in my cigarette
Hoping this is my last breath
I think about the happy memory
I think about the girl I promised to marry
But I let temptation win
So here I am alone in the cabin
I wish I can turn back time
But that's impossible now
So here I am hitting
My second cigar
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I wrote this last March 12, 2019
I tried putting myself in his situation that's how I wrote this.
