Not Addicted But Close To It
Today i take another puff of this deadly nicotine, i watch the flames swim through
the air. Its stains my breathe with the smell of being addicted.
I ran a mile under the skies that seem to look so blunt. How can i cure this
diease that i call "depression"?
Ive never been a victim to a beer bottle, but i chug ever bit thats left. These bad
habits; i dont know where they reflect off.
Im not addicted but somewhere close to it
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