What made loving him so bad?
Because he was
my cigarette.
A habit that was all to familiar,
An addiction
I wish i had the strength to kick.
But the thing is,
What was going
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to kill me faster?
Loving him or
the cigarette?
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Heartsick
PoetryAnd yet here i am. Broken and bleeding in the inside, heartsick, I am here.
