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The mod, my heart The clouds, my blood It feels like the coil needs replacing And I know how to do it For some reason I can't Perhaps the gauge of kanthal Is just not right for my building post It matters not the cotton I use If I continue with cheap liquids For a momentary fix Inevitably I will poison myself And those around me Which in itself is a personal sin How do I set myself free, And not only of nicotine?
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May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 11:17 AM UTC
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The mod, my heart The clouds, my blood It feels like the coil needs replacing And I know how to do it For some reason I can't Perhaps the gauge of kanthal Is just not right for my building post It matters not the cotton I use If I continue with cheap liquids For a momentary fix Inevitably I will poison myself And those around me Which in itself is a personal sin How do I set myself free, And not only of nicotine?
Theres things I need to let go of and there are obstacles I need to get past.
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May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 11:17 AM UTC
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