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Smoke fills my lungs like a cloud of despair.
Silver mist cloaking the murk of the air;
Smelling like an hour to recharge and forget.
Like something we need to survive today and the next,
Something taken way out of context.
Does this make us the bad kids?
Will we ever know?
Do we want to?
Here, when it rains it snows.
Inhale a piece of peace and you'll feel
Like you're floating upon a transparent veil.
It burns like shame but the burn fades quick.
You'll find that it's easier to use this trick —
This trick of the smoke, this flash of a flame —
What's it like to feel nothing?
Finally. Yes, I feel the same.
You should understand that this isn't a joke for us.
We need to feel nothing.
We need to be lost.

So cover your eyes in the heat of the night —
The smoke has dispersed,
But your fire burns bright...
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