Cigarettes.

These cigarettes remind me of you. But I'll smoke them in hopes of killing all of the hope you left inside of me. These cigarettes remind me of you. They burn my skin when I least expect it. These cigarettes remind me of you. They are slowly killing me from the inside out. These cigarettes remind me of you. But I'll smoke them anyways because this is the only way that I'll taste your lips again.

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