..A Day Gone



Back at my apartment, seated on a stool, rolling up my reefer, thoughts coming to mind, vivid. My heart is sinking, my chest heavy. Why this feeling? Why have I been thinking so badly? The stress maybe. And at a moment's notice, I'm smiling now, oh and all I ever think to do... is inhale this smoke.


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