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Our love was like nicotine        a water logged ash tray. Used and addictive,           but then I quit you. And realised that even though       I wasn't really dependent                  on you just, the taste of lies. But we all grow up and tastes change.
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May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 5:01 PM UTC
Nicotine Regrets
Our love was like nicotine        a water logged ash tray. Used and addictive,           but then I quit you. And realised that even though       I wasn't really dependent                  on you just, the taste of lies. But we all grow up and tastes change.
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May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 5:01 PM UTC
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