Habit

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You told me you were leaving because I smoke cigarettes. I stopped smoking in fear of losing you forever. I went to your place to tell you that I  broke my bad habit. I saw you pressing your lips against someone else. My walk home was lonely and the only thing pressed against my lips was a burning cigarette. I guess it's time for me to quit my bad habit.


You.

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