Let it kill you
Go ahead
Let the cigarettes and liquor slowly kill you
They'll burn up all of your insides,
Your lungs,
Your liver,
Your kidney,
Your bones,
Your teeth
And maybe when all of you has finally disappeared
I can bring it to myself
And say
"I knew it...
I knew that in the end I would be the one still standing,
As he was the one fading away..."
-m.c.-
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