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Dec 2018
One cigarette
Two cigarettes
Three cigarettes
Four
I don't know what i'm doing
With my life no more
See the cigarette light
Reflecting on the screen of my phone
Almost the only light I can see
When I'm far away from the shore
Yes my skin is busted
But so is my soul
And maybe if I wait a little longer
My existence should be torn
smoking is bad but the reason I smoke is worse_anonymous
We are the kids our parents warned us about when we were younger_anonymous  
hj
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hj  20/F/someplace
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