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Feb 2014
We stopped picking
lucky cigarettes
when we realized
they couldn't ****
the demons inside.

We can try
to cover them up,
conceal them,
but in our brain
there's nowhere to hide.

They say we choose our battles,
if so this one's lost.
We wage these wars,
without knowing the cost.
Jordin
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