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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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ammiemayammiemay on 11th February 2009 19:46 (UTC)
I like it :)
Ammeeriaammeeria on 13th February 2009 16:39 (UTC)
Cheers!! :)