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I wanted to be as important as that ashtray you tend to carry all around the house, not just the ash it collects, eventually being dumped         into              the                            trash, along with all of your other bad habbits. I tried to replace that cigarette with my fingers, but no one will ever be good enough to hold your hand. The                       smoke is the only thing that has ever reached beneath your rib cages. Anything else that has tried has never ventured back alright.
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Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 5:23 PM UTC
theres nothing beneath your rib cages, but smoke
I wanted to be as important as that ashtray you tend to carry all around the house, not just the ash it collects, eventually being dumped         into              the                            trash, along with all of your other bad habbits. I tried to replace that cigarette with my fingers, but no one will ever be good enough to hold your hand. The                       smoke is the only thing that has ever reached beneath your rib cages. Anything else that has tried has never ventured back alright.
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Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 5:23 PM UTC
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