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Death By Cigarette

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ashflee0

Published: May 8, 2011

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Day after day
Puff after puff
Once you begin
You can't get enough

Your lungs become weary
Your wallet becomes dry
And yet you keep smoking
Not caring if you die

If you've yet to begin
Please, don't start
Because the lung cancer you get
Will break your family's heart

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