Three CigarettesA Poem by NicoleStory of my life.Popping pills, smoking weed, drinking alcohol. What does it mean? A cigarette in the morning to get me to the next, A cigarette at lunch to get me to the last, A cigarette in the evening to get me through the day. Three cigarettes. Seven days a week. Four weeks a month. Twelve months in a year. For the rest of my life, it is my curse. Three cigarettes. To get me through the day. © 2009 NicoleReviews
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