One little cigarette.. To clear my head.
Two little cigarettes.. To put me to bed.
Three little cigarettes.. To blacken my lungs.
Four little cigarettes.. To forget memories once sung.
Five little cigarettes.. To sort myself out.
Six little cigarettes.. While I linger about.
Seven little cigarettes.. To shorten my breath.
Eight little cigarettes.. Get me closer to death.
Nine little cigarettes.. In your thoughts I’ve spent.
One whole pack.. Wait! What!
The fuck just happened?
By: Viraj Belaonkar
Source: The Guardian UK
Edit: Viraj Belgaonkar – PS
gave up end of last year
uh
hard
thanks
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haha yeah… i gave up for a year… fell off the wagon just a few months back..
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You’re dead.
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haha hmmnn
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