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As I write, I watch the cigarette in my hand burn. It reminds me of our relationship. Before I met you, It was unlit. When i laid my eyes upon yours, it began to burn. As slow as it burned it got shorter. And everytime we hung out it was like takeing a puff from it. Which inturn made it even shorter.
And now that it's almost gone. What are you going to do with me?
12:32 AM
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