When I breathe in, my heart burns

Destroyed by a lighter?

Denying myself of what it really is.

I carry on

Inhale,

Exhale.



When I know I don't need it,

somehow I need it.

What a sordid compulsion.



But you are my child,

so I carry on,

I carried on.

Until the day

Until that day.



I have no control,

I laugh and exhale.

03/14/2003

Posted on 06/09/2003
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