Gently I pick up the packet.
Put a cigarette between my cracked lips.
Fire.
Start to inhale.
I feel how the air is ****** out of my pure
lungs to suddenly be replaced with new filthy air.
I rapidly feel how the nicotine fill my brain and then
seeps out into the bloodstream and slowly assumes my veins.
Like a drug or like falling in love.
First everything at once, then slowly.
Breathing the smoke in to keep living but it slowly ends my life,
and it will hurt, hurt like hell.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
Gently I pick up the packet.
Put a cigarette between my cracked lips.
Fire.
Start to inhale.
I feel how the air is ****** out of my pure
lungs to suddenly be replaced with new filthy air.
I rapidly feel how the nicotine fill my brain and then
seeps out into the bloodstream and slowly assumes my veins.
Like a drug or like falling in love.
First everything at once, then slowly.
Breathing the smoke in to keep living but it slowly ends my life,
and it will hurt, hurt like hell.
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