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I Am Not A Smoker

I am not a smoker

I tell myself

As the cigarette hits my lips

As I light the end

As I fill my lungs

I'm not a smoker

Maybe I'll light up

When I'm out with friends

When I drink too much

When I'm stressed

When life's hard

When I want to die

When I crave one

But I wouldn't call myself a smoker

The word smoker

Sounds immoral.

Negative connotations of

A raspy voice,

****** lungs,

Malodorous clothes,

Cancer.

That's not me.

Right?

It can't be, because

I am not a smoker

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nicholle-justine
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Published
Nov 7, 2013
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