Relapse

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I want another cigarette Phil,

I won't let myself.

But it's driving me on edge.

My head's a busy streets filled with blurry lights.

I need a cigarette.

My hands gripped the packet,

You would be so disappointed.

But Phil I just can't right now.

I can't deal with it anymore.

And these tubes of death make me happy.

So I sat on the floor having a battle with myself.

Until I shoved the smoke into my mouth.

And waited

And waited

Until I no longer knew your name.

A/N  if you know where the "phil I just can't right" now is from, you're a true member of the phandom "☆〜(ゝ。∂)

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