sitting here,
smokin a ciggerete,
two packs a day,
money down the drain.
the room is a fog,
smoke swirlin around my head.
feeling kind of sick,
but i cant seem to stop.
two more packs,
more money down the drain,
and the addiction continues to grow.
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Addictions are costly, usually in more ways than one. Good write, Brandi! Brian