and., i know my weakness, my strength.
and i know i am alone.
i may live and die here alone.
but i like the atmosphere.
layers are falling off.
i am lighter that way.
i still smoke though less.
and i spent some weeks too much
of my time on twitter, though i found much
which awakened memories and thoughts
and though it shows acutely the
desperation and the fight
and the lies and the soul of humans like
and not so much like me:
my head fumes with quotes.
i need more time with me.
here. now.
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