Loving me is like smoking a cigarette. It could kill you. But, you just cant help yourself. You swear you arent going to, anymore. But, for the rest of your god-damned life, you will fight the craving.
You try to convince yourself it is a bad habit, dirty and harmful. You try every alternative to stop. Gum, patches, will-power, lies and cheating on me with your boss. But still, nothing gives comfort and satisfaction like a good ol fashioned tailor-made king-sized Yanko. I mean... cigarette.
Sure, you may think it makes you look soo cool. Even though your parents warn you not to, you dont listen. But after awhile, you will question how (and why) you ever started to begin with. Some of the best advice I could ever give is to never start... smoking.
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