Cigarrete

 Though he knew someday it would kill him,

The urge forced him to put the cigarette in his mouth.

His lungs begged him to stop,

But the pleasure from his full filled addiction took over.

Every breath in took him closer to death, every breath out was a little more released.

Within a matter of minutes he was through another pack. O

ne less pack his father never burnt.

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