Im not addicted,
She said,
I can stop anytime,
She swore...
Little did she think of,
Black lungs and
Her throat so sore.
Puffing away the last minutes of her life,
Yet this is one of the few things,
Convincing her to stay alive.
She knows there are "other methods"
She just feels this feeds her need the best.
She didnt want to start this chain,
And now she doesnt want to stop.
I promise Im NOT addicted,
I also promised I would quit...
Two solem vows now broken,
But at least she feels whole...
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 11:16 AM UTC
Im not addicted,
She said,
I can stop anytime,
She swore...
Little did she think of,
Black lungs and
Her throat so sore.
Puffing away the last minutes of her life,
Yet this is one of the few things,
Convincing her to stay alive.
She knows there are "other methods"
She just feels this feeds her need the best.
She didnt want to start this chain,
And now she doesnt want to stop.
I promise Im NOT addicted,
I also promised I would quit...
Two solem vows now broken,
But at least she feels whole...
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