One of my biggest regrets in life thus far is how much I enjoy you.
I know society dictates that I should feel like this about you, but even the deep-seeded ‘rebel’ in me understands your perils.
I don’t feel healthy, and it scares me. I feel your effects lingering everyday.
And yet, you fulfill me like the richest of foods could never do. You are my dessert.
I’ve come to realise that a cigarette is the dessert of the poor, and right now I’m broke as fuck.
I guess/hope that in the future, as I gain wealth, you will lose your monopoly over me, and become just another memory of my youth.
But I can’t give you up right now. You provide the light at the end of my tunnel. One day I will leave it, and you, behind.
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