Cigarettes.
A crutch for the chronically stressed.
A release from an anxious mind ludicrosity.
Inhale the poison, exhale satisfaction.
Why have they been on my mind so much lately?
breathe it in, breathe it out
let it surround you
mind in haze, peaceful place
soon control you
It's the feeling of it between your fingers.
It's the feeling of it on your lips.
A distant memory of the past.
The comfort of the familiar scent.
It's the smoke seeping out of your lungs.
My mind is craving it but I know it will not provide the satisfaction I want it to.
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