Thinking About Smoke

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You were talking about smoking, how the older you get the more it makes sense. 

You live with a smoker, but I knew what you meant. 

The weight of anything is too much sometimes. 

It just doesn’t hit right though.

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I thought it was a normal thing to think but it occurred to me just now, who else would end up here?

Other people talk about getting high.

In the same way, I doubt that would hit right either. 

How are we of such similar minds?

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I should know better, I wouldn’t be who I am today without your time. 

It is only natural that we are often twins. 

And in that thread, I hope you are never lost. 

I owe you so much, in the way that you owe people and there is nothing to be done, 

no actions left to repay the debt. 

Mostly I want you to be happy, and 

witnessing your happiness is only secondary to you living it. 

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You are so important. 

You’ll excuse me, I imagine, if I hold on tightly for a little longer.

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