I don't understand.

I dont understand. 

I don't understand him at all.

I don't understand me. 

I don't understand why I'm bothered.

I don't understand how he can be so enarmoured with another girl. 

I don't understand how he can't sense my hurt.   

I don't understand-

What caused me to find comfort in a cigarette, 

Sitting on my balcony, staring at the distant fading stars in the night sky. 

I don't understand, why does he smell so nice. 

I don't understand, why I found comfort in him during my weak time. 

People find comfort in things that remind them of home, or family.

He is neither, but I found comfort. 

Is it just an illusion of comfort that I convinced myself into? 

I don't understand, why I'm this lonely. 

I don't. 

I really don't. 

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[sette]

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