#TmiHour. You are the cigarette I can't quit, the poison that tastes like home. I light you up, breathe you in, choke on you, yet still crave another hit. When the night gets too loud and the stars look like they're laughing, still I whisper your name like some desperate curse. You've crawled into my bloodstream, into the dirt beneath my nails. I can't wash you out, and only God knows how hard I've tried.
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