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you said "light my cigarette"


          i lit your cigarette just like what you said. you puffed out a smoke as we look through the stars. they were beautiful and bright, just like you. i actually don't like people who smoke; they said they enjoy what they are doing but the truth is, they're only killing yourself out of their own satisfaction. they all end up dying anyways- the group of words that my father always spoke to me. 

          i pulled out a stick from the box of your death. we are going to die from this, but i know i only do it with you. i guess we are going to die, together. you intertwined your hands with mine and i met your doe eyes. we are hand in hand, under millions of stars.

it always taste like you : taeguk - discontinuedWhere stories live. Discover now