Wednesday, September 24, 2008


How does it feel like...

To be held tight
When there’s something in you,

To be thrown away
When there’s nothing left to give,

To be the first thing they turn to
When they have a problem

To be the first to b lame
For the smallest cough

To be cover by dull ashes
So no one can see ur light,

To be used by a lot and hated by many

I guess i feel just like a cigarette...

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