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Cigarettes
Living, hard to find my way.
It was a simple act that left me this way.
My heart urns for something strong.
Something that was to crutch me for so long.
And yet i find that it will never end.
My darkness follows
Hears unsure;
now is now,
then is then...
i.e. ive never smoked before, infact i hate it when people even smell like smoke. its a discgusting habit. im writing this poem in the perspective that i have been smoking for years and i ended up quiting. ive never smoked though...