I smoke to concentrate,
To remove, that uncoditional hate.
I smoke to understand,
Mystery, of this painful land.
I smoke to obligate,
From opening, that dark gate.
I smoke to love,
Relations, made of dove.
I smoke to kill,
Voices, makes my heart shrill.
I smoke to find,
Meaning, of my lost kind.
I smoke to wear,
Cloack, that hides my fear.
I smoke to defeat,
Enemies those took my seat.
I smoke to win,
Challenges, those increased my sin.
I smoke to destroy,
Pain, that once made me cry.
I smoke to exaggerate,
Feelings, given me by fate.
I smoke to forgive,
Past, that I could live.
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