This Is Not For You

March 12, 2015

When I light those cigarettes, one after another

When I drink 8 shots of tequila

When I cut my hair short

When I cry because my shoulder feel so heavy and my lungs are tired of breathing,

know that it is not for you, it is all for me. Because I want to. Because I need to.

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