You put everything you're doing down
Stepes outside
Tap the box
Lightes up
Then...
EMOS!
(Subsequently you'd stink like hell)
On a more serious note, I think there's a strong correlation between smoking and emo-ing. Your mind's blank as you indulge in the fag and just like the smoke that's inhaled into your body, memories return as well. Memories of the people you'd smoked with, memories of the reasons why you'd smoked, memories of the endless lonely nights and of course, memories of...
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"미안해 네게 상처 줬던 것 착하기만 하던
너의 하얀 두 볼 위에서 눈물 흘리게 한 것
용서해 용서해야만 해요 그대 떠나가는 게
나는 너무 두려웠기에 너무 사랑했기에"
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"사랑해요..."
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