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by chris   May 10, 2006


Sitting here sucking down
another cancer stick
watching it burn
as the smoke fills the room
its a funny thing about cigarettes
they burn so slow
when you are alone

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  • 17 years ago

    by smile

    But what elses is there to do?
    your alone and the inhalation of smoke surrounds your body, fills you from within, yet always will it leave you, leave and disapear into the wind.
    nasty habit.

    **smile**

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