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Mar 2014
I watch you slowly take your life away
Each time you take a drag from those death sticks you call cigarettes
You say your Trying to find comfort in something other than myself
I offer my love but you won't except it because you don't want anything you can't give back
I constantly hound myself about your well being
Because honestly your blind
Your not seeing what I'm seeing
My darling
Is it me?
And please hurt me with the truth
Don't comfort me with a lie
I hate cigarettes and the smell of em, I'm addicted to him and hes addicted to them.
DarkDepriment
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DarkDepriment  heaven
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