I
It started with one try
.Until it became one stick per day.
I don't know why
But I found it delicious every day.
II
It's delicately sweet, but yet it's too dangerous.
It kills you silently.
Whether you are unknown or famous,
And whether young or old, it never missed it either.
III
Would you be happy if you had lung cancer?
Will you feel better when you are stroked?
Will you jump for joy when you find out your immune system is getting weaker?
Would you rather have your life ended?
IV
If not, why are you torturing yourself?
As you know, life will be at stake.
Don't you know where to look for life itself?
And don't you think that other people want to live longer?
V
There were many people who died.
There were many people who suffered from illness.
Even the night had cried.
And the morning seemed to be succumbing to pain.
VI
Smoking must stop.
Remember that you won't take on top
Nothing will make you feel good this way
.Because it drags you down and throws you away.
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PoetryThis is my collection of self-made poems. It was originally written by yours truly. This is a work of fiction and non-fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in these literary pieces...
