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Words woven ever so eloquently, as to appear of standard. To stand in front of this reflection you deeply want to admire, so others can admire it too. To breath the smoke of a half dead cigarette thinking why you succumbed to the urges, a slave to impulse. As the pause between day and night comes to and end and you're making your way, one foot then another, teeter totter; to school
to work
Then repeat routine; to then yearn for impulse, to remember the horrible aroma of banal existence that you just came from with fondness. The clock swinged alas and the day's over, back you go, to your comforting furniture that sits soaking guilt, to the distractions from your distractions, to the new old wave of thought that drowns you for the fist time, again. you're back, to the place you wanted to be in just earlier. Back from the place you'll be back from tomorrow.