Late at night I light up..
I sit, wait and ponder..
Of all that was, that is..
that will be.. I wonder..
I think not between the lines..
Of bitter nostalgia and false hope..
But rather look forward with..
optimism with every smoke..
A touch of solace with every hit..
And I'll never regret each moment..
Of peace and solitude..
As I pay with grief and torment..
Come judgement day..
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