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Stop fucking smoking
Was that so hard?
Now your all sick
And you can't make a sound.

Your not dead
To me, your still living
Just like you said
It's not lost if it's just missing

Like your lungs
And your heart
And everything else
That ruined me deeply

I'm finally grown up, dad
No more mistakes
Aren't you glad?
P.S. yes mom still bakes.

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