Just another night...
I stay on my wooden chair and I smoke,
I think of a better life, a life in which I have more things to do
In which I have more will to learn and use my knowledge .
Sometimes a smoke can clear your mind as it dissolves your lungs.
I look at my window and see the sleeping city through the gray smoke and remember my little lousy poem:
"In the night when the city is asleep,
We play games,
Killing every fucking creep."
I stay on my wooden chair and I smoke,
I think of a better life, a life in which I have more things to do
In which I have more will to learn and use my knowledge .
Sometimes a smoke can clear your mind as it dissolves your lungs.
I look at my window and see the sleeping city through the gray smoke and remember my little lousy poem:
"In the night when the city is asleep,
We play games,
Killing every fucking creep."
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Sometimes a smoke can clear your mind as it dissolves your lungs.
true.true.
[a vorbit marea fumatoare:))]
ce fain scrii.:x
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