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A cigarette. A ****** cigarette. You discovered that I was a habitual liar. All from the stubbed cigarette at my feet. I didn’t blame you. I would never want to be with someone so filthy. It’s hard, you know. Your first lie is like the first injection It’s the rush, baby. And then you find yourself unable to pull away. Always, eventually going back. Lies are blameless The liar is to blame. I love you But not enough to stop And you discovered this- this habit of mine all from a cigarette. A cigarette. A ****** cigarette.
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May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 6:19 PM UTC
Cigarette
A cigarette. A ****** cigarette. You discovered that I was a habitual liar. All from the stubbed cigarette at my feet. I didn’t blame you. I would never want to be with someone so filthy. It’s hard, you know. Your first lie is like the first injection It’s the rush, baby. And then you find yourself unable to pull away. Always, eventually going back. Lies are blameless The liar is to blame. I love you But not enough to stop And you discovered this- this habit of mine all from a cigarette. A cigarette. A ****** cigarette.
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May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 6:19 PM UTC
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