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I’ll Die Anyway
I shiver at the implications of our existence,
We are against nature.
I feel abnormally disgusted by something that makes me happier than I’ve ever been before.
I run my hands up your neck,
Softly brushing the hair beside your ear.
I ache for something to hold onto,
Something that isn’t you.
I smoke a cigarette,
The feeling brings my mind to a stop.
I taste the smoke,
I breathe it in deeply.
I know it’s deadly.
I know I’m told not to do it.
I know it’s disgusting.
I know everyone’s watching.
I know I’m different.
I know it’s wrong.
I know we’re wrong.
But as I breathe out a fresh puff of smoke,
I bring my lips to yours.
I know it’s wrong,
But I’ll die anyway.
We are against nature.
I feel abnormally disgusted by something that makes me happier than I’ve ever been before.
I run my hands up your neck,
Softly brushing the hair beside your ear.
I ache for something to hold onto,
Something that isn’t you.
I smoke a cigarette,
The feeling brings my mind to a stop.
I taste the smoke,
I breathe it in deeply.
I know it’s deadly.
I know I’m told not to do it.
I know it’s disgusting.
I know everyone’s watching.
I know I’m different.
I know it’s wrong.
I know we’re wrong.
But as I breathe out a fresh puff of smoke,
I bring my lips to yours.
I know it’s wrong,
But I’ll die anyway.
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