quitting

I've quit the killing- another addiction my convictions are open bare. forgetting what its like, to deal with stress and the like without nicotines merciful smile perfect timing i would say now that math makes up my days and work the latter of my nights i've no form for this urge that pulls inside rung out like a sponge wanting water. elixir of toxins heath risks and iron lungs chained and yet so free. how long can i resist your cough?

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