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Nov 2018
he smelled like cigarettes and death
offered me a taste when i was at my lowest,
and i drank the whole **** cup.
whirlwind romance
toxic demise
i quit for love
now i’m back and i begged for release,
but release doesn’t feel as good as i remember.
"He" is like a metaphorical devil of sorts representing all my vices and i just smoked for the first time since i quit and im feeling really bad about it
zen
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