sigh.
no smoking: day five.
A week ago and a day ago I learned the truth about the city. A week and a day ago I incurred the wrath of the old home. A week tomorrow is when I exhaled the fresh air from my lungs.
slept eighteen hours and spent eighteen hours awake,
read another book
reconnected with an ex, disconnected with an ex
want to smoke so bad it hurts
my lungs are still damaged from monday
saw old friends and felt joy, saw new friends and felt oppressed
if ever there was a yin and a yang, it was this week, this life.
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