Lee's lungs: "We need air, please don't smoke."
Lee's conscience: "You told Tarik you would quit."
Lee's neural synapses: "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK SHIT FUCK I NEED A GODDAMN CIGARETTE FUCK LUNG CANCER FUCK EVERYTHING"
I want to run away from my problems for 48 hours go home for the weekend
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They very well might.
I'm trying. At the moment, it feels like trying to hold my head above water and so on and so forth and whatnot.
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