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Jun 2019
A cigarette hangs from the boys lips
Ash falling to the floor
Smoke rising into the air
It blinds his eyes
And clogs his lungs
He is bent over tears streaming
A cacophony of coughs
He doesn't regret taking a smoke
It's his own type of self harm
To be in pain as he watches himself wilt away
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unnamed  AlagaΓ«sia
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   Zamia and Bryan Ferry
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