Go away silly bad habit. You're supposed to be a rare indulgence, occurring once in a red moon when I've just about had enough, when I give myself a breather and an excuse to inhale you in long sighs and exhale large mist rings.
Instead I've got you clasped between my fingers almost once every day. Blazing at one end, I like to believe, you cauterize some wounds within.
Excuses excuses.
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On the other end..why not? What's wrong with 'one' bad habit? Bad habits are often addictive, and I'm a sucker for everything addictive.
Imagine a life without a single vice? A bit of wrong in a long list of right is what sets off the rights and makes 'em shine. Innit? Excuses excuses.
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