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I feel worse than that night.
I’m pining for that cigarette, the first one I ever smoked.
I’m in that tunnel again.
No reception, no one cares.
It’s ok, I don’t care either.
Want me to prove it? I don’t even know your name
And I’m not even listening to you
I’m too self involved and
my pain is too great.
© A.R. Minhas 2017
