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Sep 2017
I want to smoke.
It's all I can think about.
It's not the first time I've had these feelings.

I used to be an addict
To the fluttering high
Of nicotine.
Chain-smoking to fill the void.

I seem cool with a cigarette in my mouth.
I have social interactions with a stranger with a cigarette in my mouth.
I joke with coworkers on break with a cigarette in my mouth.
I get outside more with a cigarette in my mouth.

I'll die with a cigarette in my mouth.
Jane Loop
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