And a cigarette;
Strangely it enticed me,
I didn't crave for it. But
"let's have it once, It's quite cool."
Was enough for me to excite.
But within a second, I found
I was lost in it inextricably.
"I shouldn't do this," Heart said.
So why was i quelling
of being hurt from myself?
After a skirmish between
"I" and "addicted I".
I noticed, cigarette was
almost gone.
I looked at it, having tears
And also with a smile.
Should I feel bad? Or should I be happy?
Cigarette was gone, But I was still
there, Without being hurt, without
addiction.Trying to envisage a life
without "MY CIGARETTE"
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