Have you ever seen a new born calf
Searching for its mother's teat, not by half
Frantic, desperate, cannot starve
There's nothing wrong with that
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Screw you, there's nothing wrong with that. If I need to smoke my death sticks, you're in no place to judge. There's nothing wrong with it. I worship cigarettes as Gods, and the damage they do to my health/body is sacred, and to be encouraged by others, as I'll encourage others to start. Being a smoking addict is a beautiful thing, every carton you buy comes with hope, and there's nothing wrong with poisoning yourself, as it's a beautiful thing - to become constantly sick, coughing non-stop, and one day dying, for obeying your sacred addiction.
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Screw you, there's nothing wrong with that. If I need to smoke my death sticks, you're in no place to judge. There's nothing wrong with it. I worship cigarettes as Gods, and the damage they do to my health/body is sacred, and to be encouraged by others, as I'll encourage others to start. Being a smoking addict is a beautiful thing, every carton you buy comes with hope, and there's nothing wrong with poisoning yourself, as it's a beautiful thing - to become constantly sick, coughing non-stop, and one day dying, for obeying your sacred addiction.