I see kids smokin in a park,
Can't judge them, even if I wanted to.
I know how the anxiety gets,
My sympathies,
For it was a cigarette they found true.
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YOU ARE READING
Burning.
Poetry..For anyone who's suffering out there, fighting with your own set of demons. ( you're not alone, you know.) Dedicated to one of my closest friends, H.
