ahhhh I miss Miami, Can’t wait to be done with this semester

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My smoking habit represents a lot about me. It’s seems like the perfect metaphor… I know its bad for me, I heard all the warnings, I know all about how smoking defies logic, even on an evolutionary level - But I still do it.

Smoking reflects the two competing themes in my life. I want out, out of this trip towards a life I know i don’t want, out of this stage where the wins come too infrequently, out of the games I’m forced to play, out of the facades I have to use, out of the compromises…but at the same time, I fight to change my situations (or at least, I try to), and I hope it works out. I’m watching my own train wreck and I can’t stop it.

I’m here but my attention is focused on the exit, and I keep advancing towards it slowly… as someone wiser than me put it: “I light the cigarette to put off the journey, to put off all journeys, to put off the entire universe.”

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Miami nights at the shore club…

Not bad for some immigrants…

Always draw lines… it’s necessary for my survival (Don’t let people take advantage of you)

New bracelet just came in the mail… It’s silly but I was so excited to get it… Like a lil kid opening presents…

Elevator music with L x C x E… “We rollin’ with some light-skinned girls and some Kelly Rowlands”

How can I listen to the sound of my heart over the noise of my insecurities eating me alive…

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Riding round the city with my plastic cup of henny and I found some dope street in Miami…

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