YOU ARE READING Mulligrubs- Poetry 0.5 37 2 0 by fyeahglen by fyeahglen Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story The cigarettes in my box decreased everytime I looked, I need to stop - My eyeliner smudged as every tear fell ,I need to stop - I need to stop -I need to stop thinking back and feel upset, But I know very well -I won't. [ g.c ]