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Feb 2015
imagine if every puff of smoke from every person was their sad story,
their misery.
imagine if as we inhaled their smoke we experienced what they once did,
their suffering,
their pain.
how beautiful it would be to read all of these sorrows
and realise
that you're not the only one
with tarred lungs
because of a broken heart.
Written by
justaspeck  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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