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i used to smoke.

but i can't anymore.

because whenever the suffocating scent would fill my nostrils

my mind couldn't forget the fragrance of you.

the you who gingerly grabbed my hands.

the you who told me that doing this would only result in a slow death,

but, without you, 

it feels as if i am slowly dying as well.

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