All I can do with my heart dripping ice is to stand all the sorrow and hold on to my vice so I inhale my troubles and exhale my pain and the world is all peaceful while I choose to refrain.
Reason for writing:
I guess it's not really an ode to cigarettes after all...
Birth sign: Aries
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