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The smoker loves not the smoke but she loves the feeling She feels like she’s being rebellious and I guess that’s essential at 15 She sneaks off to her friends to have a smoke and talk about lovers But now she 25 with a habit she can’t kick She’s still sneaking out to go smoke but not with her friend She died a wile back Maybe from smoking maybe from boys she cares not to find an answer Now she sneaks off to get away from boys and get away from smoking She still can’t sneak away from the embers of her first cigarette Even if she lost her lighter
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May 18
May 18, 2026 at 8:48 PM UTC
The smoke and the smoker
The smoker loves not the smoke but she loves the feeling She feels like she’s being rebellious and I guess that’s essential at 15 She sneaks off to her friends to have a smoke and talk about lovers But now she 25 with a habit she can’t kick She’s still sneaking out to go smoke but not with her friend She died a wile back Maybe from smoking maybe from boys she cares not to find an answer Now she sneaks off to get away from boys and get away from smoking She still can’t sneak away from the embers of her first cigarette Even if she lost her lighter
My ashtray was begging for this one
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May 18
May 18, 2026 at 8:48 PM UTC
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