Smoking
I'm an addict!
I have been for years.
Dying from it
is one of my fears.
The thing that I mostly hate,
is feeling my health
deteriorate.
The nicotine stains
and ashtray breath,
bring me ever closer
to death.
On my death bed
I'll probably say...
Pass me my fags
and an ashtray.
Copyright © Jenny Brewer | Year Posted 2013
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