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One more smoke until the end.
One more drag, I do not brag.
For every puff draws death near
Every breath comes short of air.
The choice I made brings fourth tears,
They glisten my skin, my expression, fear.
What have I done, what will I become?
Is my fate joy, or will I stay unloved?
Again the choice I made is sad.
It just took one, and then I was had.
They set the trap and I fell in,
Now bound in chains of addiction.
My teeth stain and rot, my throat becomes
raw,
My lungs fill with midnight black tar.
It consumes my body and destroys me whole,
Everyday it eats at my soul.
Thirty years of age I am, yet death sticks
brought me more than that.
They brought me hate, pain, and jeered, my
Ageing mind to younger years.
I thought back and realized, to quit would be
to come alive.
That one last smoke before the end.
That one last drag I took again,
Was two years ago I recall.
Never again will I fall, into the jaws of that
killer called...
ME
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