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Feb 2015
How
While I sit here,
I wonder.
How did it get so far?
Where did it go wrong
I loved you.
You. It. Everything.
It was my addiction
I didn't know when or where to
stop

Lonesome I finish my cigarrette
Your no longer here,
The smoke is gone
**And so is my soul.
Written by
O N N  Copenhagen
(Copenhagen)   
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