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300,000 unsmoked ciggies



 



three hundred thousand unsmoked fags



since i took the plunge and stopped



i did it cold turkey mates, suffered as



my nicci levels plunged and dropped.



 



 



no nicci patches, 



no nicci chewing gum,



no electric cigs,



good enough for some,



no therapies to help,



they just didn’t exist,



all those placebos 



i so sadly missed.



so i went cold turkey mates



mainly through short cash



so why do i still dream of



lighting up, crashing the ash.



i dream i still smoke,



enjoy every single one



memories flooding back



from years long gone.



every single pilsner



accompanied by a fag



nothing quite like a grosse



and a long deep drag.



its sad really;



just a sick joke,



because in real life i just can’t



stand the smell of ciggie smoke.



 



i did it cold turkey mates, suffered



as my nicci levels plunged and dropped



three hundred thousand unsmoked fags



since i took the plunge and stopped



 



 




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