I’d love to give up smoking, but I cannot stand the pain.
I quit fags for a minute and then I go insane,
so I feel like a failure when I need to smoke again.
I block my ears to people who have given up so far,
I try not to imagine how my lungs are full of tar.
Out of sight is out of mind, it’s me who bears the scar.
I’ll stop when I am ready, I will gather strength again.
I know that it will happen, so it doesn’t matter when.
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