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People who smoke,
What a shame!
Everyday,
a piece of their heart fades away.
As they find joy in it
Hurts everyone around but by bit
The sadness of death and grief they don't see,
but what a shame it is to me.
I hope they know it leads to serious issue,
do they not see their health rip like a tissue.
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