This is me.
One last cut
One last smoke
One more cut
One more smoke...
One more look inside
to again find nothing new,
but nothing old.
A void in life after love
taken by a life after love
To think once more...
My last cut, deeper
My last smoke, longer
I say move on; let it go.
To think my last on it...
The final cut
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