"smoking kills," she told him as he puffed another smoke on his cigarette. it was stupid how she keep telling him that and he won't stop because it was addicting- like his love for her but she was too oblivious to know that.
"smoking and drugs may kill me, but so does loving someone so deeply." he replied before stomping the last cigarette on his foot.
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Poetrydo you ever feel like you're just living your life waiting for tragedy? -bridgett devoue ©2017 COSMOGREYS all rights reserved.
