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Cancer Sticks

I have no clue why anyone chooses to pick up these cancer sticks...

Sure, I'll just walk behind you, breathe in the smoke blowing my way,

that's bad for you, ya know,

and even worse for your asthma,

but you don't really care, do you?

Why did you pick up that habit? 

Why did you start smoking?

And I don't mean just the cigarette kind. 

Did it seem cool to you?

Was it interesting to you?

Were you curious and just got stuck? 

Yeah, so I have questions,

and I don't approve of this behavior,

but how could I... if it's killed family of mine?

You know this about me,

You've been there for longer than everyone else has been,

and yet, you can't seem to figure out,

why I won't walk with you anymore,

why we don't hang out much anymore,

why we don't talk much anymore...

Do you know how much I'd kill 

to go back to the days when we did?

But I'm spacing myself from you now,

So it won't hurt later on down the line,

because you've decided to pick up those

Cancer sticks.

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