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Smoke

How more lavish can our lives be?? Smoking dope, lying in sand enjoying the cool ocean breeze; Not a care in the world; no deadlines to meet; Who can stop me?  I’m the king of my own imaginary fleet. As the time passed by and my cravings started to grow; I was an addict in a tiny spark of time And that is the only thing I know; They showed me how to blow rings; They showed me how to get high; But they never told me that this habit will hit me like a rip tide. I was just a young soul, with dreams in my mind; Look what you’ve done to me, now I don’t even have time. This journey has been short and easy, Just like the first Kush you take; Smoking was all that I did. Please; Now let me take a break!.
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Written by
anish-saurav
22 / M / India
Published
Aug 14, 2018
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19·147
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That first Kush you take, it's a beginning to your short end. As addictive as smoking can be, we all just start it under depression or with the influence of some friends, but soon it becomes a life style and in the end it kills us.

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#smoke#dope#kill#modern#poetry#life#weed#sadness#help#depression
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