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All In a Menthol.

Daunting eyes with a stone-cold killer smile.
The exercise inside my soul has taken away the trades I have learned through this life.
A stomach full of regret but the days become harder as the prison I see in front of me spiral out the honesty I want to scream aloud.
What we will remember is the times of weakness but we will prevail to become greater with time.
Admiring our ways but the offer will remain the same.
We observe the past to only see the future become greater.
This is through the ways we plan to get away but the ghosts inside our skin are painting the future before we can.