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The Stick That Got Me Hooked

I look through my dresser.
Find a white stick with the label "Marlboro."
Investigating it with my bloodshot eyes.
I then go outside.

With the flick of a light its lit and to my lips.
Inhaling deeply i remember feeling light headed.
I sit in the chair besides my house.
Wondering how i got this stick.

I become relaxed, my anxiousness goes slowly.
Flicking the ashes they carefully fall to their death.
As for me i feel the smoke in my chest.

As the stick slowly burns i keep taking drags.
Its up to the butt i look at it slightly,
watching the gray smoke disappear into nothing.

I put it out and and wonder how i got that stick
in the first place. With each drag i felt relaxed,
and to this day i still smoke them anyways.

Its a killing stick.
You lit one up an then that's it.
Your hooked on that delight-fullness.
Written by hannahagadorn (HippieHannah)
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