I can see myself going into my shower, quite happily, whistling. I can also remember that irresistible urge to smoke. The one that comes upon you anywhere, at any time. And you have to obey it.
So I
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Crippled by the destined fate
Fades
When bygones feel like bygones
Bygones have long been bygones
When stories are fragmented into plots
When feelings stray
Facts go astray
And become #cliche
Yet,
Weary tears
catalyses growth
like dreary years.
To the champion of companion
When strife no longer kills like a knife
Something will remain vividly in mind.