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That Little Voice
“Don’t light up that cigarette,”
There it is again.
That
Little Voice.
I’ve come to ignore it,
Put it in the back of my head.
I know it’s there,
I just want it to
Go
Away.
To leave me
Alone.
I don’t need anyone, or anything, telling me what to do.
Even if that
Little Voice
Is a smaller, more rational part of me.
But that
Little Voice.
There’s something about it.
Something about not listening to it.
I FEEL IN CONTROL
Don’t tell me I’m
Crazy.
Because I already know.
But that
Little Voice
Reminds me that there’s a part of me that still sane.
Reminds me that I’m not all gone.
I push back the
Little Voice
And light up.
My lips tingle.
That first sizzle of tobacco
Burning
As
I
Inhale.
Inhale the tar. The
Chemicals.
That are guaranteed
To kill me
S
L
O
W
L
Y.
Were all going to die anyways.
Why not
Die buzzed?
Why not
Die happy?
Why not
Die satisfied?
Why not
Die sooner with fewer regrets,
Than later?
You only have one life.
Why not have fun
While you’ve only got one chance
To live it?
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