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Life is like a cigarette.
Some dreams are rolled in it like tobacco in a paper.
This paper is our destiny.
Just like how a train and a track run together,
The tobacco burns along its paper of destiny.
Add fire to your dreams.
Let the smoke rise.
Now inhale the smoke.
This smoke is the ultimate truth.
Just like a cigarette, the ashes is where you belong.
But when you will heat your dreams in the fire of will,
You dreams will soon become your reality.
Without your dreams, who are you?
If you exist, why do you exist?
And if you don't, why don't you?
What is the use of a cigarette that has been destined to not being smoked?
Why must you live if, like the same cigarette, you aren't ready to burn for your dreams?
Smoking kills,
but this misadventure is a little different.
Just like dreaming,smoking, takes away your sleep.
Inhale,
as much smoke as you can,
Live as much as you can.
because on turning into ash,
you won't be worth a dime.
What will remain is a filter,
Just like your name.
It will keep on reminding the world,
that you once lived,
that you once believed in your dreams,
that even though for a minute, your dreams were your reality.
Smoking will bring you death,
But with a short lived hit of life.
Choose wisely.
Will you live like a dead?
or Will you die like a living?