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A half-smoked cigarette

March 7, 2012

As the cigarette in her hand burned, she thought of her life, burning away. The smoke of her dreams and hopes, only she could see. She knew deep down that just like the cigarette, she had lit up her life on fire herself. She had no one to blame. Her mind, her bizarre world of thoughts, her twisted reflections, they were the flame. And so she smiled. Because now she knew what to do. She took one last drag, threw away the half smoked cigarette, and listened to  “Coming Back to Life”.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. ladynimue permalink
    March 8, 2012 5:45 pm

    i so love your blog .. every time i read !
    totally 🙂

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