What a weird thing smoking is and I can't stop it.
I feel cosy, have a sense of well-being when I'm smoking, poisoning myself,
killing myself slowly.
Not sooo slowly maybe.
I have all kinds of pains, but u my fren, are my only cure.
Ur always around when i need u,
atleast when i hv the cash.
u are the residue of my pleasure,
my warm desire.
u satisfy ALL my needs, normal or not.
Its in the mornings, n the times after s^* when i enjoy u MOST.
But when I don't smoke I scarcely feel as if I'm living.
I don't feel as if I'm living unless I'm killing myself.
I LOVE YOU
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