still smoking
and what's left
tired and weak
dizzy from your low
still drinking
amongst the sick
all around and
nowhere
rotting with life
just some more
just because
still writing
alone and
about nothing
don't wonder
it's not a mystery
take pride
it's all you have
empty and content
the miracle of today
we all will confront
the impossibility of time travel
and we have to
believe something
and we have to
become something
time travel is
impossible
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