feeling bo liao
litted up a cigarette. put it there. and watch the smoke rising aimlessly. am i like the smoke? it stinks. and float around endlessly. without any aims. without any goals. nobody would want to notice it. it's harmful. nobody wishes it to exist. and eventually. *poof* it just disappeared.
hais.
=....(
let's just say, i didn't touch it.
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