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The Last Smoke

Do you smoke? Have you ever awoke, and head to the shower, take a deep breath and cough for an hour? You NEED to quit smoking. You’re making your case, With the wind in your face, and that wheeze in your chest. You need sleep but you cough while you rest. You HAVE to quit smoking. You lie in that box; no underwear or socks, dressed fit to kill, with smoke from the fire it starts to fill. You THOUGHT you had quit smoking Apr 13 2010

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Date: 4/13/2010 4:57:00 PM
prophetic.
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Date: 4/13/2010 3:04:00 PM
well that's true, you need to learn sometimes lol... i hope that was an eye opener for the smoker
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