i’m not you.
I started and quit.
I was able to put down the lights.
Throw out the boges, and get over it.
I will not be addicted like you.
I can’t be like you.
I love you Dad, but I’m not going to end up like you.
I have a smokers cough at age 14.
I have issues breathing.
I lose my breath when no ones there to take it away.
Lung cancer, emphysema, and I can die.
Second hand smoke is just as band as first hand.
But, I quit. So if I die, it’s on both our hands.







