Liquid
Smoke consumes his lungs.
Liquid fills his stomach.
He feels the weight of the world on his shoulders.
So he tries to lift it off a little by smoking and drinking.
The will to stop is there, but the amount of stress keeps piling on his shoulders.
Little does he know that his baby girl is ready to lift the weight,
And feel his body with love and compassion.
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