Lit like a cigarette smoke fills the air.
I'm trying to feel something.
Nothing changes or ever will.
Good is bad.
Peace is harmful.
I would give my life for a piece of serenity.
I guess I already am.
Everything blurs as I start to fade.
Becoming one with myself.
Shutting down; burning.
Ashes fall as I lay and die.

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