Shriveled and Black

My lungs shriveled black medicating the regret
Just as toxic as you when we first met
Shrouding the pain in this hazing delusion
Was it all worth it, whats your conclusion
The heartbreak and the time fragmented and forgotten
My mind dwindles weak and my soul is rotten
My fingers quiver heinous and broken
Im better off not quitting smoking

This poem is about: 
Me

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