A cigarette steals A few precious minutes that We own anytime... It tempts us to smoke it till the end... It pleases us, but It will abandons us later... it's paid for it From our pockets just To make our pretty lights bad... We come closer and closer to it Just to hurt us anytime... our pretty friends and even our Closest relatives got All kinds of diseases because of it... We love something that hates us, so Why don't we stop smoking anytime? ______________________________________________________________________
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It's a pacifier so if more stop we're going to get into more trouble than we already have for having stopped as much as we have, M.S.