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I smoke too many cigarettes, my lungs are probably black, I wish I could back tract, but I can’t. This addiction feeds on me, and I can’t see the reality. That I’m getting nothing from it, and I probably should just shove it, in the dirt and walk away, to another day, where I can say, I am free, don’t you see, I am free



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