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if i had a cigarette


if i had a cigarette for 
every time you broke 
my heart
i’d be working my way
to chemotherapy

you were poison to my soul
to my lungs
every time i breathe
it hurts to live
without you supplying me with
oxygen

you were an addiction
a drug
a perfect blend of love and lust
i must have gotten to attached
you must have known about your control
over me
you must have been aware of my dependency

11.99 for a pack.
you were always too much 
for me

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