Here I sit in the darkness. A slight orangish glow coming from the top of the cigarette that hands between my lips. Eyes giving off a slight shine, with every inhale of the smoke. The atmosphere outside matches that of the inner turmoil raging inside. Music turned low, but distinguishable. Thunder cracks through the night sky outdoors and a smile breaks my lips. The anguish seeing from my entire being. Here I sit, alone.
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