Monday, April 19, 2010

Hopeless


It seemed like everywhere that I went someone was smoking a cigarette. I told myself that there was no possible way and that my mind was playing tricks with me. The logic seemed to fade away when all I could see and smell were cigarettes everywhere I turned. The anger from my frustration overwhelmed me; I began to understand why most fail at this arduous task.

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