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Aug 2018
You know what she is
She's a drink
she's like alcohol, I love drinking it but I hate waking up the next day
No
Actually, No
she's like a cigarette.
I love cigarettes
I love taking a breath with it
How it just is part of
you
just, inhale and get a buzz
Before you exhale
until you bring cigarette away from your mouth, give it a second and then go again.
All the while it destroys you inside
Until eventually you finish that cigarette
and then you just toss it on the curb.
Sometimes you drop it in a puddle of tears.
sometimes you break it before you get to light it, other times you burn the wrong end of the cigarette.
That goes on for a while
until you finish the pack
some people even get bored or sick of their cigarettes, so they switch their brand.
but all in all.
their still smoking a ******* cigarette
and the end of the day, every time you finish one
you die a little more inside
Just a little, your insides literally blacken
and her?
well she's the **** of a cigarette I've kept going for too long
it's kind of burning my fingers now.
so I'm gonna **** it.
then I'm gonna buy a new pack.
Pyre
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   Srijani Sarkar
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