poetidyyy (this one's called packet or however you want it.)

Feb 10, 2009 21:00

It almost everyday
It's the same
We all face the shame
It doesn't come in different ways

*

I can't live nowadays
It's recurring
Always fuming
Like the end of your cigarette

Think me as your packet
You can smoke it in a day if you wish
And once it's gone
You just want more

poetry

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