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Inexplicable feeling of sadness making me check if I have taken my meds today (I have) now pondering in bed trying to shake the feeling as one does on a Sunday

Someone evil (me) has imprisoned me (put a bandage over a wound) and now I can't do the things I love (pick at my skin over and over again)

With every cigarette you light I think this might be it, with every cough I think not much longer and it's over and every time you yell into my face or ignore me for days I think of the cigarettes and their six hundred ingredients and their over sixty chemical compounds that are known to cause cancer and tell myself 'not much longer' but the good ones always die too soon and you might live forever