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Aug 2014
II.
Back when I was in this height,
I despised cigarettes
because I have a history of it burning my finger
But one day in class,
I asked my teacher
“Why do people still keep on selling them when the box clearly says ‘Smoking is dangerous to your health?’”
The aim wasn’t at you but you took the bullet
You, out of all people,
were brave enough to outsmart someone
who should be smarter than the rest of us
All my senses went bonkers except for my sense of sight
I looked at you, my eyes selfishly held you
that I wasn’t able to bag any of your words
Up to this date
What you exactly said about those **** cigarettes
is still a question that keeps on swimming in the depths of my head
but
it always felt like
the blurry words uncloaked letter by letter
every ******* time
I inhaled you
and
exhaled you
recycled **** series
dye
Written by
dye  in my psychological hell
(in my psychological hell)   
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