Cigarettes
Burning in the back of your throat
The smoke entering your lungs
Is a small price to pay
For the clarity
For the bliss
Like fog being lifted
The addiction
The pain
It catches up eventually
Through cancer
Or death
But the future isn’t so scary
With nicotine holding your hand
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