squinting my eyes to see thru the smoke..
cant see where im heading..
shady past drifting by..
uncertain days wait ahead..
jibberish was all that been said..
it comes and goes..
the throbbing pain..
the head
stop the paranoia..
stop the wanting..
better yet..
just stop hoping...
//be my frend now, wont you MrSmoke?
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