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L Jun 2018
The cigarettes, they make me sick but they make me whole.
The smoke fills my lungs; fill me with your smoke.
You're a craving, i'm itching for a hit.
Just half is enough. Just enough to feel it.
Make me feel light; make me feel alright.
Just let me get my fill.

— The End —