cigarettes and soy milk

its one of those days where the rain droplets hit harder than a hook to the chin,

the times where i decided to take the train back home

counting the time i have left on the schedule i kept to stay afloat

because i knew that it would be the only thing glueing me together

and i know things would go well like rugged silk

nothing more perfect then staying on “better”

and after all of it the guilt of feeling better had me smelling like cigarettes and soy milk

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