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I take a puff, fresh cold air, and let it out. Relief pulses through my veins. I look down, realise I’ve reached the end. I take one long drag, and stub it in the makeshift ashtray, thanking it for serving me well.
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Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 3:14 AM UTC
Last drag
I take a puff, fresh cold air, and let it out. Relief pulses through my veins. I look down, realise I’ve reached the end. I take one long drag, and stub it in the makeshift ashtray, thanking it for serving me well.
Darksoul
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32/F/India
Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 3:14 AM UTC
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