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Smoking sentiments

Sometimes I smoke my emotions,

whenever I blew it, it decreased

my anxiety and desperation that I didn’t show.

I cry to extinguish the flame, my outrage didn’t end,

it made my life fearless again.

I breathe until I get myself back to reality,

where the clouds weren’t blue or pink but black and rainy.

I try to make my existence beautiful,

like that of the lady in woods.

Remembering all those wonderful memories,

I build it when I was inexperienced of the hurt.

I smoke to get high in life, not to get intoxicated,

I smoke fear and lies of people that are now faded.

-Riya Shah

By Ray


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