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Tobacco Moments

This isn't coke, this isn't meth, Those hurtful drugs have finally left. For me, they have made a huge mess. So lay down, take a deep breath. Then inhale all the smoke, exhale all the pain, Stress is now releasing throughout my veins. One or three every hour, feel my lungs, losing power. But in fact, also feel the mind. Free it too. I smoke cigarettes, do you?
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May 30, 2011
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