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"Quit smoking, it kills" - unanimous

Have you ever smoked? How does it feel? Does it taste good? How do you stop?

Honestly I think our cigarette ran out to fast. We we're still in our prime when one felt astray to the other. We both saw each other as essentials that one couldn't be without. Things added up the way they should, no one was in a rush. It felt perfect until perfection was not enough. You see, the euphoria in smoking has its limits. We experienced the high after we blew the smoke. It was heated, I could feel you right next to me and I couldn't not ask for a better feeling. It was electric every time I touched your skin and every time you bite your lip. I always felt six feet under when you traced my body. It was majestic how we did it. But the aftermath of me seeing someone else perhaps even better than you sabotage what we had. You started smoking elsewhere whereas I did the same. It didn't feel quite right but we were getting the heat we felt from each other. You started asking "why?" when I was busy answering "who?". When I got my answer, it matched yours. My answer was to quit smoking, cause it hurts and it almost killed me. You could not agree more with what I said. You with a gushing eye bid me goodbye as if you were never addicted to how we smoked. Maybe the nicotine in the cigarette is the addicting part but what I miss the most is when the smoke exits my mouth and enter your lungs. We could have killed each other if we didn't stop. Maybe this was for the better, or maybe it was just for our survival. Smoke when you remember me and quit as soon as it hurts.

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