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I buy a pack every two days, Thinking today is gonna be my last. I’m going to quit, I will. At least that’s the thought process. The **** of the cigarette is on my lips, ******* in the chemicals and tabaco. Nicotine, A chemical driven to addiction. An escape for two seconds of inhalation. The calmness of the chemicals coursing through. A sweet disgusting escape. A cancer stick if you will.
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Feb 11, 2021
Feb 11, 2021 at 4:34 PM UTC
Cigarettes
I buy a pack every two days, Thinking today is gonna be my last. I’m going to quit, I will. At least that’s the thought process. The **** of the cigarette is on my lips, ******* in the chemicals and tabaco. Nicotine, A chemical driven to addiction. An escape for two seconds of inhalation. The calmness of the chemicals coursing through. A sweet disgusting escape. A cancer stick if you will.
Just gonna be writing the first thing that comes to mind.
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28/F/Nowhere
Feb 11, 2021
Feb 11, 2021 at 4:34 PM UTC
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