Smoke from my cigarette dances in the breeze.
I am jealous.
That should be me dancing right now
But no, I just sit here.
Feeling as though I'm carrying the world on my shoulders,
I sink further into the bottle.
I'm trying to drown.
My only problem with that
Is the more I drink,
The more shallow the contents become.
I find myself still breathing
Just stuck on the bottom.
What a fool.
Lighting another I turn green with envy.
Is this really what I've allowed myself to become?
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