Smoke 1

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Whenever the lonely panic, can not help but point the smoke, smoke a mouthful. Immediately forget who they are, where they are, but also temporarily forget what is called loneliness. Adults often say that smoking is harmful to one’s health. In my eyes, smoke, just a way to resolve loneliness. Standing on the balcony, looking at the moon in the sky. The old days, the old days, the old days, the old days. But add a little sad add a little miss. It’s been a long road, rough and tumble. It’s all about the unknown. When things get tough,. No one to talk to. Deep Down, I’m confused, I’m helpless. For the first time in my life. Light a cigarette and take a big puff. Walking on air. Dry Your tears. Secretly swear: This bit of pain is not hurt. Fall there, get up there. Throw Down Cigarette Butts, from the chair jumping over the wine pigeon? Pogo stick? Tomorrow belongs to me. Come on! Breaking Up is a painful thing for anyone. Lit a cigarette, tears streaming down his face, a smoke, curled up in the corner crying. At this time, only the smoke this friend, accompanies with you, shares with you, does not leave with you. Smoke, but it’s an auxiliary. Anything, any difficulty. You have to bite the bullet and go for it. I will mount a long wind some day and break the heavy waves. As long as you have a strong will. I believe it will be directly linked to the cloud sail sea.

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