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smoke

They told me that,
that’s just the way it goes.
My life at the end of a barrel,
or in a cell, or coke up my nose…
That’s just the way it goes.
An ongoing cycle of nothingness,
building loss on a foundation of loss.
Everything goes,
and nothing good comes from my world…
They told me that,
and that’s just the way it is.

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