I wrote your name on every cigarette hoping that as they burned, the memories we made would too. I'd sit there watching as the smoke seemed to turn invisible and I imagined you doing the same. I thought it was working too, until I realized that I was really inhaling you, breathing in every particle of your existence and giving you a home within my lungs as tar. You became the cancerous being I carry within me. I'd only given you a stronger grip on me, and now you can never be forgotten or removed.
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