worry until your last breath is taken and until the glass breaks into
million pieces like my heart happened to be every time
i counted the cigarettes left in my pocket.
worry like tomorrow is the last day for us to live in this
formula made for babies because they can't eat; they have to
suck on it for their precious survival, to make them proud.
it couldn't be me, i never tried or made someone proud, but
i wish they were and i'm saying this as i puff another
smoke of cancer sighing at the sight of other people unbothered
and clinging to others when i know there's no one who
would depend on me because i'm the dependent one.
i smoke and i get high as the sun disappears and i worry again.
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Night Thoughts
الشعرBefore we begin... Watch how the little becomes big. Watch as the wind flows his mind and thoughts and how he becomes the one who didn't, couldn't. Watch how the progress goes back and forth and how the stiffness kicked in the first few pages of em...
