Tobacco awareness

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A poem by: ddiaz80 {TheTacoQueen}

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The bud lies between my lips,

My teeth lightly nipping the tip,

I inhale the intoxicating air,

Filing my lungs with the blissful smoke as the stress relinquishes its grasp on my life,

Temporarily.

Years go by,

I am slowly slipping from my family,

Watching them plead for help as I light another,

'I can quit anytime' I think as I breathe the fog of poison,

The damage is done,

Their sorrow filled eyes gaze at me, looking at my pale yellow complexion,

My teeth that are deteriorating,

The shallow breaths that cause my chest to rise tremendously and plummet,

I collapse far before my time,

If only the addictive nicotine had never coursed through my veins,

Then I could be where I truly belong,

With my family.

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