Weaker than what? We all have a vice. A poem I wrote about the love and hate I hold for cigarettes. Read. picture from pinterest, psycho's poster.
link - https://in.pinterest.com/pin/98164466862934761/
ps - plumbum is lead A short intent of an explanation for my own vices, those that make you decay yourself and those around you. Smoking not only hurts you, but those you surround and the enviroment you live in. Excess in... How energy is lost as life progresses I'm creating a poem series, touching different subjects... You just might find your favorite. Where you were when we was working? When we was forming fly but hustling
The moment you live you begin to die, but there are some, like her, who want to accelerate the process.