the fool

'seriously, this? this is the least of my problems.'

turns out your least of your problems killed you.

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i smoke because i've forgotten what fresh air tastes like
and that stale buds keep pretty girls with glittery eyelids near
and the ones that care, much further away.

i smoke because i've forgotten to remember that i miss
what anything else smells like. i smoke because your eyes
look so bright beneath the spirals.

i smoke because it's one thing that takes away what
i miss about you. it takes away the brightness of the day,
the smell of lavender and strawberries.

i smoke like i've forgotten how to breathe.

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cancer sticks were your coffin nails.
and who knew the price was more expensive
than you were worth.


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'shut up, this is nothing compared to what i've done.'

then compared to what you've done,
nothing really killed you.
and you never ended up dead.