Rain and Cigars

Rain and Cigars

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i was always sulking in that same old blue chair on my porch, vaping my problems away, even though they still haunted me. shitty older sister and a stipper to keep my apartment. yet you looked at me as if i was some sort of star, you looked at me with those bright brown eyes.
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Sadness doesn't suit a pretty face like yours. Tell me. What does? Happiness.

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