Cigarettes
Life looks different from behind foggy windows
And I love myself too much to mute any part of me
But the world outside looks better frozen
Life, a glorified cigarette, as you breathe in you die
Yet you hold onto that warmth because it makes you feel whole
As it tears you apart fromt the inside out
You don't have to be good if you let the annimal inside love what it loves
Life is beautiful if you learn to hold it right
As if we ever were anything more than the dust from the flames
Cigarettes are burning embers but make your edges cold
Proof sometimes love can cause our destruction
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