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 My Habit

I've thrown away my lighters and thrown away the packs,
but, that damn tobacco keeps beckoning me back.
I've chewed that nasty gum and wore patch upon patch,
seems nothing replaces that nicotine scratch.
Oh how it tickles your throat and warms your lungs,
and the harder you fight it the sensation still comes.
I smoke by my choice no one twists my arm,
you won't see me suing for bodily harm.
I'm pretty real about my addiction,
I could quit on my own with simple conviction.
But, as I light a new cigarette each day,
what would I replace it with if I took them away.
Seems you never really get out of a loop,
you just channel your wants to a different door stoop.



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