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10 February 2009 @ 21:00
poetidyyy (this one's called packet or however you want it.)  
It almost everyday
It's the same
We all face the shame
It doesn't come in different ways

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I can't live nowadays
It's recurring
Always fuming
Like the end of your cigarette

Think me as your packet
You can smoke it in a day if you wish
And once it's gone
You just want more
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dolcedolce_piccante on 10th February 2009 23:54 (UTC)
wow...very deep...the poetic use of cigarettes was cool, and i hate smoking! lol
Ammeeria: I'm trying to utter it but can't find thammeeria on 11th February 2009 17:31 (UTC)
:D I'm so glad you like it!! Cheers! *hugs* (I don't like smoking either... too many of my classmates does that and it just.. oh well..)