Do not say that I have not tried.
Seriously, I tried with all my strength.
But I just can not help it.
And I know it hurts.
But it's stronger than me, and he always wins (as a comma before a conjunction, take a breath, break).
I hear, the breath, that is, that comes into my meat hot and moist, penetrating my empty and burns whatever it touches. I feel it coming down, and pain above the pleasure of an addiction acquired with difficulty.
I know it hurts, I know I should stop. But in the end he wins.
And my breath is shorter, and the accelerated heartbeat.
I should quit but I can not.
I can not close my report with smoking.
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