sango1493

Dear Cigarrette in My Hand,    I love the way you make me feel. All the anxiety the world creates and you, my dear friend, are the only one that makes things better.  You are the one I crave, the one I love. My loved ones say you are no good for me, but I laugh them off. They could never understand how I feel when I inhale your sweet poison. The euphoric feeling makes me feel almost sane. Slowly, I know you are killing me, but how can I face the world each day without your kiss? How can I calm myself and clear my head without your great influence? Tell me, my love, why must you kill me when I have shown you nothing but love? To be honest,