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The rings of smoke run circles around you; the air, pungent with the bitter stench of second hand smoke… cough, cough. “I can stop, whenever I choose!” you say. Right! Tryin’ to convince, who, me or you?, but, we both know better, don’t we? You say, “oh, I’ll quit, someday, you’ll see”, but truth be told, it’s just not meant to be ‘cause… there will ALWAYS be heartbreaks, illness, lost jobs, money troubles, betrayal, lack, of food, of fun, just lack of… something. So, stop foolin yourself (‘cause you’re not foolin’ me…heard it ALL before). You’ll never really quit ‘cause there will always be SOME **** stressin’ you out, leaving you needing… to calm those EDGY nerves, Right? -by Mercurychyld Copyright 19 Jan. 15
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Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 8:22 PM UTC
YOU'LL NEVER REALLY QUIT
The rings of smoke run circles around you; the air, pungent with the bitter stench of second hand smoke… cough, cough. “I can stop, whenever I choose!” you say. Right! Tryin’ to convince, who, me or you?, but, we both know better, don’t we? You say, “oh, I’ll quit, someday, you’ll see”, but truth be told, it’s just not meant to be ‘cause… there will ALWAYS be heartbreaks, illness, lost jobs, money troubles, betrayal, lack, of food, of fun, just lack of… something. So, stop foolin yourself (‘cause you’re not foolin’ me…heard it ALL before). You’ll never really quit ‘cause there will always be SOME **** stressin’ you out, leaving you needing… to calm those EDGY nerves, Right? -by Mercurychyld Copyright 19 Jan. 15
I've known very few who have actually given up the cancer sticks. Such is that chosen life.
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Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 8:22 PM UTC
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