i fell off the wagon,im smoking again.well you live you die!~
thats how long i smoked.i have decided to kick the habit before im talking through a box in my throat forr the rest of my life.this may be stupid to write in my journal but i just wanted to write it down!~
dreams are just like embers on a cigarette,small and bright.but,just like a cigarette dreams can be stomped out and fade into the wind.some dreams are trivial.but some dreams are to bright and strong to be extinguished!~
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