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You are the breath of my body,
the blood in my veins, and the glowing
Pulse of my bosom.
There had been too much emotion, too much damage, too much everything.
Smoking kills but I’m already dead inside, so I may as well smoke until my lungs turn black just like my heart did after you set fire to it.