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5d
It's slowly killing me,
Yet I continue.
Inhale,
Exhale.
Another drag of dopamine.
Smoke,
A sickening fragrance.
Shortness of breath,
I feel my lungs ache.
Headaches,
Dry cough.
Fingers yellow,
Ash stains.
I'll ignite one more,
To get me through the day.
A poem from me, to you.
Tre Waters
Written by
Tre Waters  26/M/Australia
(26/M/Australia)   
25
   Kalliope
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