My heart ached for so long.
And you told me it was alright.
Realizing to smoke is pain,
I thought about you all night.
July of my last trip,
Ugly, boring, and a shame.
A newfound freedom
Never fiending for you again.
A new leaf I have turned, fake friend!
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 3:49 AM UTC
My heart ached for so long.
And you told me it was alright.
Realizing to smoke is pain,
I thought about you all night.
July of my last trip,
Ugly, boring, and a shame.
A newfound freedom
Never fiending for you again.
A new leaf I have turned, fake friend!
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