Smoking

 

I used to smoke.
I tried to quit, but it was really hard, so I tried to cut back.
Because what’s the harm of just one tiny, little, smoke a day?
But always, the one that I allowed myself to have
weighed heavy on me all the time.
It’s all I could think about.
And inevitably one every once in a while,
turned into one after another after another after another.
Quitting was hard, but allowing myself to just indulge every once in a while was impossible.

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