I've made many choices
so far this is the last of it
but I have formed a habit
smoking a cigarette.
To be on the rack
a problem for everyday
I come home with a pack of cigarettes
and have the smoke carry them away.
I myself am already a disappointment
but I believe they like it not,
smoking cigarettes
a choice I can not stop.
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