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While I Smoke My Last Cigarette

This isn't a test, but you have all the answers. This isn't a dream, but you need to wake up. This isn't a toy. It's my heart, and it's breaking. You know that I'm yours, so just tell me you're mine. This is my last cigarette, and I'm running out of time.
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sarah-caroline
American
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Apr 12, 2012
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