Lotza thoughts flowing from my mind now.
I dont care if it hurts. I just want a perfect soul. I won’t give up. I hope.
I wanna know how’s da cigarette tastes like.
I wanna know how’s da wound bleeds like.
I wanna know how’s da love feels like.
And, I wanna know why would there be heart-ache feeling.
T. The Smoker-Going-To-Be
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