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Oct 2016
With every intake of smoke,
My lungs are turning black,
So there goes ten minutes of my life,
That i'll never get back.

And the alcohol your drinking,
Isn't giving you a buzz,
But you just want to stop thinking,
Because you can't be in love.

They're settled and they're happy,
Do not start a war!
You're ruining your own life,
Do not ruin any more!

These feelings are unrequited,
You know that far too well,
You're becoming so shortsighted,
Burning in your own hell.

And your beautiful lungs,
Are now diseased and broken,
So you crumble under their gaze,
As those soft words are spoken.

You knew you couldn't handle it,
So why did you start?
Because as soon as that cigarette touched your lips,
Your world fell apart.
Rhiannon
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Rhiannon  United Kingdom
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