Every time I lit a cigarette I think it’s the last, but addiction runs through my blood and I can’t tell my brain what to do. It dictates my moves, my desires, my addictions.

So many years have passed, but I continue to smoke away my life, my hopes, my health. I feel life slipping away from me , getting shorter and shorter, until there’s only smoke left and a bad taste in my mouth. 

I had many chances but blew them away. Now I am left only with them, my vices. The love and hate relationship that will kill me.


Published by Mesca

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