I always heard it was bad,
Lung disease and cancer,
But I never imagined him dying of that.
Every day he pulls it out and lights it.
The smell of smoke fills the air and makes you gag.
I always wish that he won't end his life this way.
Every time he does it, he is weakening his chances of living,
That every minute, that every moment, that every second.
I pray for him to stop, because I can't make him.
Only God can reach him now!
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