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I finally know why I smoke. For six years I have ****** tar and I used to think I wanted to **** myself Just very slowly. A painful, drawn out death that I, indeed, deserve. Now, I think, I symbolically am setting fire to the feelings I have Every day And let the ash fall to ground while I walk away feeling better.
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May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC
Cigarettes are bad for you
I finally know why I smoke. For six years I have ****** tar and I used to think I wanted to **** myself Just very slowly. A painful, drawn out death that I, indeed, deserve. Now, I think, I symbolically am setting fire to the feelings I have Every day And let the ash fall to ground while I walk away feeling better.
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May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC
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