A burning cigarette…
A bleeding heart…
One shall burn off…
The other will die out…
I like none…
And yet they remain…
“Why?” I ask of them…
“You chose us!” they say…
And thus it carries on…
And yet I fight on…
For the war that I fight…
Shall take me down with its end…
If that’s how it’s meant to be…
That’s how it shall be…
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