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sat on a cobbled street concealed from the prying eyes i take a guilty drag of my cigarette though i know you hate me smoking i talk to myself aloud and pretend you're here with me whilst the smoke flows from my mouth though i know you hate me smoking i haven't seen you in a while, four days to be precise and a tear falls from my eye because i know you hate me smoking i miss you every day and i miss you with all i have if you were here you'd say i shouldn't be so sad though you really do hate me smoking all the times when we were high discussing travelling through time and the defnition of comfort and how much you hate me smoking now you're far away and i'd give just about anything to hear you one more time to say how you hate me smoking
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Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 1:51 PM UTC
you hate me smoking
sat on a cobbled street concealed from the prying eyes i take a guilty drag of my cigarette though i know you hate me smoking i talk to myself aloud and pretend you're here with me whilst the smoke flows from my mouth though i know you hate me smoking i haven't seen you in a while, four days to be precise and a tear falls from my eye because i know you hate me smoking i miss you every day and i miss you with all i have if you were here you'd say i shouldn't be so sad though you really do hate me smoking all the times when we were high discussing travelling through time and the defnition of comfort and how much you hate me smoking now you're far away and i'd give just about anything to hear you one more time to say how you hate me smoking
((2018 edit: dont be slippin))
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Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 1:51 PM UTC
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