She takes a long drag of her smoke
And sighs as she exhales. Has life really
Gotten like this?
She puts the cigarette back for another
Drag. She flicts the ash and watches it
Tumblr to the ground. Was she happy?
Is she content? Is this where she thought
She’ll be?
Her smoke is almost half done but still
Questions float around her head. Making
Her account for everything little detail of
Her life. She sucks back another drag..
Probably her last before the cigarette is
Done. Her life really this bad? Or is it
Her anxiety and depression playing their
Evil mind games again. Poof! Like that
Her cigarette is done, should she light
Another one or just be content with not
Being content. Life…is fucked. She puts
The cigarettes away. She done. She done
In this moment. Perhaps the next
Cigarette, won’t make her contemplate
Just as much as this one. She just wanted
To smoke a little smoke.
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