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I feel as if I was the cigarette

  • Writer: RIDHI JAIN
    RIDHI JAIN
  • Apr 14, 2020
  • 1 min read

Updated: Jul 4, 2020

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You needed me on cold nights to keep you warm, on sad summers to lift you up. then on random days when nothing went right,you held me, wondering if was the thing you needed or maybe something else.


The way you looked at me, as if I was everything you ever wanted. The way I was there for you anytime and every time you needed, made people jealous.


Then, one day, when I decided to stick with you forever, you stopped smoking. You help me and threw me on the ground, your foot crushed me to ashes.


Now people seek my existence but I am half dead. The only part of me that exists is the part where I was with you, where I meant something to you.



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