failed again again

somber and feeling well fed I rested uderneath the stars. The mourning dew on this island wa a foot tall cloud. I wondered where I was until I stood up. I began to think where can I go from here. I was wearing the only pair of pants I owned and standing at the edge of the worlds longest bridge the setting sun was purple and so were the clouds. One can sense how far down they can survive from. I had two smokes and no home in any direction. A man stopped his car car and asked if I was okay. I told him I was just smoking my last two smokes. "hop in young man' I was too scared to get in a strangers car again so I lighted my last and began to run down the bridge full sprint and tripped on the cement. Picking himself above the ground. With no smokes left he quit smoking with a splash.

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