everytime that cigarette touched your lips was like the poison from the devils kiss and everytime it reminds me of the good man that you used to be. and i know i shouldnt say its wrong but its hard for me when when your breath stinks of death and you're rotting at the teeth.
and if i ever have a son i hope he heeds my words. for nothings more uncertain than the futures fucking blur. now im fearful of the future im fearful of the past of the past. cause times been haunting me now. eacha nd every day and though i seem happy in the end it always rains.
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