Today I smoked my last Cigarette

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Whenever somebody says that to me, I laugh
I mean, I’ll admit it: we’re smoking because somebody broke us
Someone snuck underneath our armor
And made us wish for worse than death
Someone took us to a point in which we’d rather have our lungs infected with poison
Than to have our minds infected with the thought of them

We knew the risk
And wanted to die anyways
But it’s much easier to go into a store and spend 10 regretable dollars
Than it is to spend an entire day regretting you