I write on a paper napkin in desolation
Inhaling my luckies
Sipping Basic Black
Seated next to my favorite place
Where the seats are drenched
From puddles of rain
Carelessly flicking the ashes
Texting ocassional messages
Wondering how life became this fucked.
How life didn't use to suck.
/** le sigh **/
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