Smoking hurts more than you think.
Don't do it.
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You said you would
only smoke one
cigarette.
You promised,
I believed.
You said you would
never let yourself
get addicted;
you wouldn't want to do that.
I believed.
You said you didn't even
like the cigarettes;
I didn't think
that you liked something
even stronger.
I believed.
You started
smoking pot,
telling me it was
just a party
thing.
I believed.
Were you
partying by yourself?
It became an
everyday thing.
You promised you
would quit.
I believed.
Six months later,
you're still high
everyday.
I believe that
my best friend is
still in there, somewhere.
If you would only
put it out.
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A Look Inside of The Madness [Poems]
PoetryThese are my poems. About life, about love, about death, about some random shit I thought up. I hope you enjoy them <3