Quit smokingA Poem by ThisismythearpyWhy I started smoking, and then quit.Trying to smoke away the pain Distraction for your brain Thinking of when you'll have your next smoke Instead of thinking of why you broke So light up Watch the smoke curl through the sky Paying five dollars a day to help you die A throat on fire Adding to your funeral pyre I stopped digging my own grave Call me brave But I got tired of dying this way
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StatsAuthorThisismythearpyKingston, TNAboutHello, my name is Chris. I just post the stuff I wrote in my notebook when I ran away home a little while ago when trying to run away from depression, ptsd, and what all caused it all. I'm dead inside.. more..Writing
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