Old Habits Die Hard

Smoking is a terrible thing to do 

to your body. 

It makes your lungs turn black 

and voice wheezy. 

Yet loving a person who does not love you 

is just the same. 

Only it breaks your spirit and your heart 

heavy. 

Lords knows I've done both. 

Only I've quit one for good.

Maybe after this pack 

I'll quit smoking too.

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