It's fucked, this love thing we do.
We fight, we kiss, we make up. Just like the song, but then I killed him.
I was chopping onions with my nine inch kitchen knife, because it's my favourite.
And it reminded me of the flavoured nicotine smoke.
I copied that trend from my friend, Krista. Sweet girl, she was. She used to dip the end of her roach in her glass of wine before smoking it. Made the shit taste better.
A pity I didn't like her hair.
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