09/20/21 1:00PM

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I put my cigarette out near the window I always went to when things felt disastrous.

I give in to these thoughts that wreck and shred all that I've built and as I look down at my dirty hands, I realize that I cannot find another foundation.

I'm lost, and scared is an understatement, but again, I'll try and try until I can't anymore.

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