February 11, 2013
There’s something so poetic
about a troubled soul.
A tragic kind of beauty
in someone who smokes
just to feel the high
and forget the lows.
There’s something so
captivating and intriguing
about a man who poisons
himself just to ease the pain.
But when I think enough,
all I can say is what a damn coward.

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