Slow Suicide
Every time I feel
Smoke enter my lungs
I know that I'm dying
A slow suicide.
Every time I exhale
Smoke rings into the air
I know that I'm killing myself
With a slow suicide.
Every time I feel
The aches, the pains,
The burns, the stings,
Withdrawals of nicotine
I know that I'm a victim
Of a slow suicide.
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