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*The more I smoke the more I dream. Tick-tock, two minutes past this clock; The lighter's edge, my conscious screams; Death is sweet in his apology.*
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May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 3:56 PM UTC
Cigarette #1
*The more I smoke the more I dream. Tick-tock, two minutes past this clock; The lighter's edge, my conscious screams; Death is sweet in his apology.*
miranda-santoro
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25/F/American
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 3:56 PM UTC
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