And through the smoke came the ghostly smile of her past lover
They kissed her broken forehead as she took a drag
The cigarette burned her finger tips from so far away
Markers marked the markings on her destroyed arms
Lampshades of golden glitter and shades
Pens of past letters that notes that were never formed
Pictures never drawn and candy never eaten
Memories never made and memories never remembered
Either way there’s no point to being here anymore
No point to smiling laughing or caring
I’m a sad motherfucker
So sad and dead
Wasttttttttttttted
-S.F.403
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