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It's funny how inhaling poison can seem adequate enough to fill up your time and... natural. I do remember when your tongue tasted like toothpaste and nicotine and I ****** on it as if trying to steal your pain away and swallow it. But all my stomach had to digest was silent words that I am still hungry for and a desire for you to stop hurting yourself and me. But all you do is smoke one cigarette after the other with such nonchalance. F.Z.N
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 1:30 PM UTC
Nonchalance
It's funny how inhaling poison can seem adequate enough to fill up your time and... natural. I do remember when your tongue tasted like toothpaste and nicotine and I ****** on it as if trying to steal your pain away and swallow it. But all my stomach had to digest was silent words that I am still hungry for and a desire for you to stop hurting yourself and me. But all you do is smoke one cigarette after the other with such nonchalance. F.Z.N
EleanorRigby
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 1:30 PM UTC
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