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Smoke billowed from her mouth. She thought it would make her look older, more stylish and cause everyone to look her way. Instead it ate at her lungs and caused Death to loom over her shoulder. Was it worth the craving? Was it worth the cigarette?
We are all just a part of a small cast, the world our stage. We may never know what our roll was really supposed to be, but as long as we create our own character the show may go on.
The water is cool around my skin as I wade my way further and further into it's murky depths. The moon is soft on your flesh as you give me your winning grin. This is crazy, reckless even, but you've always brought out the worst in me, the part that wants to be set free. The night is as high as we are, and I feel at peace.
Your face, how does it look? I find myself trying so hard to remember, but all I can recall are those haunted, deep eyes that I still dream of from time to time. I said I'd never forget you, but those memories I said I'd cherish forever are already forgotten and replaced by newer, bigger ones, although they'll never be better.
Smile, or at least try beneath the new face you have caked onto your skin. I no longer know who you are, I cannot tell, you have created a new person with the mask you have painted and I must ask: was it worth it?
The marks of last year still have yet to fade as I run my hand across the old black board that has been with this class through everything. No one can tell you what it has seen, the wonders it has taken part in, but one thing is for sure, it will be here for another year and it will see another year of us.