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I am a smoker


I start my every morning with a cigarette and a cup of tea I dont know how long this day's gonna be I power up myself with every puff i inhale Every problem i bear slowly exhales Dont wanna quit this , no i reall dont And dont teĺl me to quit ,ik i wont If you really care about me buy me cigarettes and show your love Fuck about others im gonna smoke till the end They say smokers are sure to die early But you mf dont know what's killing me daily Yeah ik im being killed slowly But that feeling is better than dying daily As i enhale the nicotine cloud slowly I feel like im living the life , meant only for me I dont wanna stop i just wanna keep going Till my lungs give up and my brain stops Yall mfs say it harms alot But my thinking stops when i dont get the smoke.
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