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"I was the cigarette you used on cold nights to calm you down and forget the pain you had and when you got bored,  you walked all over me; burning my light out. But you were also the one who set me alight, ignighting a spark within my soul.  I was addicted to the taste that your words left but I guess you haven't fell that deep. "

-Excerpt from a book I will never write #530

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