smoke
I inhale letting the grassy smoke encapsulate my damanged lungs, It replaces the oxygen that now feels foreign, the smoke flows through my body returning to where it belongs, my thoughts my memories they fade as the substance wraps its ghostly arms tightly around my hollow body, if only it lasted forever like those memories those memories that stole my life away.
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