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Jan 2014
I picked up smoking

When I saw you packing

I thought if you saw me killing myself

You would stay longer

Because you always stuck around long enough

To make sure I was okay

But I’m not okay without you

You’re still gone

And I’m still smoking
winter
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winter  Texas
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