Click.
Click. Spark. The little flame dances. Inhale. "This is a bad habit." Exhale. "But it feels nice." Just one more drag. Just one more cigarette. Just one more pack. Just one more time.. Click. Spark. "Just this once." Click. Spark. "This is the last one." Click. Spark. "I can't stop." Click. Spark. Click. Spark. Click... No spark. Click.. No spark again. I wonder... Was the light on the white and orange cylinder worth losing the light in your eyes? Was it worth doing anything to get one last drag? Was it worth losing yourself in the orange flame and the high of the smoke? Even if it was for Just One Moment? Click.
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