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Everyone dies in a different way.
Set your past on fire and leave.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
-William Shakespeare
Los Angeles, 4:05 a.m.
ππππΎπ ππΎπ·ππ.
Canβt have demons under your bed when theyβre under your sheets.
Nobody ever tells you that emptiness weights the most.
ππππππ πππ ππππππ, π’ππ ππππ π’πππππππ.
πβπΊ ππΆπΏπ²π±.
take me back to the night we met.
I wish we never meet.
weβre all going to die one day..
Maybe I should pull the fucking trigger.
Yβall smoke to enjoy it.
I smoke to die.
donβt make me get violent.
Smoking is bad, but the reason I smoke is worse.
lil heart:)
I never knew I was addicted until I tried to stop.
