endsmoking
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She picks up the lighter,
And he hands her the leaf.
Her body is on fire.
She is so ready to leave.
Her tears melt away,
When she hits the herb.
But the pain stays the same,
Breathe...Do it, feel that toxic mist fill the empty space that lies in your lungs
Choking on your words, just as you have brought upon by your own volition
