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Contradictions
It’s the feeling of smoke
filling your lungs
Its permeates
Lingers
Lungs expand
Deflate
Disturbing is the foreign

It's the vomit
That
Just for a second threatens at
The back part of the throat

It's the people
Met in the lifespan of a human
Sat at the seat beside
How sad is the distance
Never crossed or breached
Thoughts of one's own mind
Never to be seen

It's the actions never
Ever explained
Like lungs
And smoke
Bad to keep around
But I’ve never been one to
Make good decisions

For a moment after
Breath comes fast
Lungs grappling
Confused by inhaling
The foreign smoke

It's the feeling of relationships
Long years dedicated
If i let go
What was it all for?