As i light a cigarette, i cant help thinking why do i smoke? it doesn't do me good. it burns my lips, hurt my eyes and as i inhale its dark smoke, it brings great pain to my chest and takes me to a state of mind where loneliness and emptiness resides. as i throw its butt, i promised myself that i would never again light another stick. YET its scent haunts me. what the hell! i took out a stick and realized I'm already hooked...
Just like with LOVE...
by: ruel "dewh" baricuatro
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