forty six

I breathe in the air.

Air that has been contaminated by cigarette smoke.

Although, I can't physically survive without the air that gives me life.

So why does it slowly kill me by breathing in something that helps me survive?

- (m.m)

I'm not a smoker, my mom is so if you're wondering why I wrote this, there's that. Haha

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