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Mar 2023
My mom,
is a gas lighter,
while my dad,
is the cigarette,
two things that are perfect for each other,
yet deadly when combined;

day by day,
the smokes,
**** their own children,
without noticing,
people called it second-hand smoker,
the cancer consumes them,
and finally, rot to die;
untreated.
fariha
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fariha  20/F/malaysia
(20/F/malaysia)   
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