Samantha Long The Smoke That Heals Light flickers in with smoke through the cracked window. I laugh at a funny joke. This game is not for show. Thad tries to numb his pain. Andrew follows blindly. The drug use is in vain. Soon they'll be far behind me. Tea, gum, trash, clothes, and dirt. I'm happily surrounded. He keeps trying to kill this hurt. They are now ungrounded. They are gone and gone again. Leaving behind the girl in red. They visit when feeling sane. I wish them well. I'm moving ahead. That's not all true. They visit a lot. I still like them. :)
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