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The twitch starts off small A need to step outside. My temper slowly coming to a boil, Soon the need is out of control and I do it again. Just one more hit, Just one more pack, As I gasp and cough for air, My breath that of an ashtray. As my lungs blacken and my wallet empties, I curse every puff, every drag. "I don't want them!" I say outloud As my body screams at me, angerly, "Smoke 'em if you got 'em!!"
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 5:15 AM UTC
Smoke 'em
The twitch starts off small A need to step outside. My temper slowly coming to a boil, Soon the need is out of control and I do it again. Just one more hit, Just one more pack, As I gasp and cough for air, My breath that of an ashtray. As my lungs blacken and my wallet empties, I curse every puff, every drag. "I don't want them!" I say outloud As my body screams at me, angerly, "Smoke 'em if you got 'em!!"
Originally Written December 30th 2014
kayden-t-widmer
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 5:15 AM UTC
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