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by Teria Westerviller Sep 13, 2021
Life, society /
Smoking CessationThe voices roar within my ears,
water flowing, thunder rolling -
seems, there is no concentration
during the smoking cessation.
Unable to think, unable to breathe
Anger's striking force, shocks me -
back to life, fresh air I breathe,
addiction comes with a fee;
Signals crossed, emotions flare.
Will they still love me after?
Will they still care?
Bowing out would be easy,
except for the torture -
the addiction would beat me.
We all contain an expiration,
it's time to postpone the date
with a smoking cessation
** I feel like I'll probably edit this later on. Writing about it was also iritating me lol