Sep 2016
I've smoked enough
cigarettes to blacken my soul.
Now with each breath I take
I cough and remain in a constant
flux of cat and mouse with my hope.
cigarettes to blacken my soul.
Now with each breath I take
I cough and remain in a constant
flux of cat and mouse with my hope.
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what a waste
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