Drug Habits:
Pretty perfect smoke,
Burning my lungs,
Stinging my eyes,
Killing me slowly,
Perfect painful distraction,
Only when I look back will I see the destruction,
Was it worth the temporary distraction?
Burning blazing bridges,
I'm covered in ashes,
It was an accident,
I miss you,
I'm so sorry.
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