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i woke up early. like 8:30am typa early. but now im not so mad bout it because i remembered that i like being up for the morning. and i have'nt really been so for quite some time. and i was reading old letters and notes. and they made me smile you could say..and i ate some toast-we have really good wheat bread right now. the house is like a icebox. im wearing 3.5 layers on thetop and 2.5 on thebottom. but yeah. its fuckin cold..i have to go to the front to smoke because in the back i just shiver-that ruins the whole essence of a cigarette all on its own.
i wish i would have never started smoking.. because these round long sticks with brown leaves and fiber-like filters..they're bound to me..and i to them.
so the cycle starts all over again..im going to go smoke with dancing sins.
i wish i would have never started smoking.. because these round long sticks with brown leaves and fiber-like filters..they're bound to me..and i to them.
so the cycle starts all over again..im going to go smoke with dancing sins.