cigarette smoke.

cigarette smoke.

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As I stand alone in a room full of people I cannot help but feel alone because your present now only lingers and your touch cannot be found. I sit alone in my bedroom with the smell of cigarette smoke and a frame of broken glass stays still in the corner on the floor I crave your lips in that moment although I know they're gone. I cannot bare this pain no longer so I locked myself inside I drew a pretty picture but left a note aside. I feel no pain any longer your touch feels so real i can feel your presence here again although i know... it's not real. -S.B
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Just things I write well I'm not in a very good Place. I thought these aren't half bad. So why don't I share them with other people not only myself? So here we are I hope you like them. Also if some of them are Quotes or Poems you've seen before feel free to tell me, because I never looked anything up just wrote what came to mind. So maybe I wrote a Quote, that has already been thought of, and of course Thank you for even clicking on this worthless, trashy, and utterly pointless book... Side note it gets better at the end of this book. The beginning is 6th grade me (11-12 year old me) so it's pretty fucking terrible, but who gives a fuck anyway? Not Me!

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