Memories are subconscious self-releases. Every time I light a cigarette, it begins with some kind of summoning and I am like a thief of memories, letting the smoke act as a god sneaking away trivia worries and spitting out leisurely my heart I know, yes

Memories are subconscious self-releases. Every time I light a cigarette, it begins with some sort of calling

And I am like a thief of memories, letting the smoke act as a god to steal trivial worries

Spit out my heart

I know, because it's "too much pressure"...

There are some people who walk and walk and walk and drift away from themselves

There are also people who, walking, walking, will meet another self

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