January 12, 2012
I lean against the wall and light the stick of freedom.
People say I'm addicted. People say I'll die. But here I am again, lighting the joy of my life.
The burning sensation, that smothers my throat.
A few coughs slip off my tongue, but, I'm tempted to inhale this acid some more.
Kids walk by me and stare.
I stare back because I don't care.
"You're going to die" they whisper.
" I'll still smoke" I smiled.
I knew I'd be okay , today.
But, tomorrow I'd probably fade away.

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