Capnophobia, you're like live poetry.
No, you are poetry.
No words can describe you, because you are poetry.
And poetry can't be described.
Capnophobia, I don't know what pulls me to you.
Your rough yet strangely soft voice?
You're spring disguised as winter - to survive.
Or maybe it's those grey eyes.
The sparkle in them makes my heart ache, but I still feel alive, even though you seem so dead.
Is it the way you hate my cigarettes?
And I love them so much?
The idea of you gives me sleepless nights, you bring a shiver to my spine.
Capnophobia, you're the biggest mystery and I can't seem to put my finger on you.
Why do I even love you, when I hate you so much?
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Capnophobia.
RandomHe fell in love with Capnophobia and he hated Capnophobia. He brought a cigarette to his cold lips: "Capnophobia, how can I love the thing I hate so much?" Capnophobia: the fear of cigarettes and smoke.
