I’ve realized I’ve set something in motion.
But I don’t want it to stop regardless of the commotion.
I face the fact that I need to quite smoking.
Because I’m sick and tired of choking.
I really need a light to help me through this.
Because alone I cannot navigate this mist.
A tender soul to make me right.
Even if I tend to fight.
This nasty odor I create.
And all I see is that other hate.
So someone please answer my biggest wish.
Help me with this habit I must abolish.
Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 1:04 AM UTC
I’ve realized I’ve set something in motion.
But I don’t want it to stop regardless of the commotion.
I face the fact that I need to quite smoking.
Because I’m sick and tired of choking.
I really need a light to help me through this.
Because alone I cannot navigate this mist.
A tender soul to make me right.
Even if I tend to fight.
This nasty odor I create.
And all I see is that other hate.
So someone please answer my biggest wish.
Help me with this habit I must abolish.
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