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Oct 2015
You used to tell me how much you loved me while you smoked your ******* cigarette illuminated by the moon and then you’d flick the filter and toss it away and it’s taken me until now to realize that I was just one cigarette in a pack of 20 to you and you let me burn out once you were done and then you just tossed me away.
michelle
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