It was so simple to lift a stick..
So simple to like it's sickening smell..
So simple to be addicted...
I looked back..
8 years...
Now..it's so hard to put this stick down,
So hard to forget its smell..
So hard to breathe without it..
I feel..
I'm succumbing to it..slowly..
It's calling my name..
Just one last time...
I close my eyes..and walk away..
and wonder 'bout
the irony of life.
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