sometimes when i
reflect back on all the
ciggarettes i smoked, i
feel ashamed. Then i
look into the ciggarette
and think abouth the workers
in the ciggarette factory
and all of their hopes and
dreams. if i dont smoke this
ciggarette, they might be out of
work and their dreams would be
shattered, Then i say to myself,
its better that i smoke this
ciggarette and let their dreams
come true then be selfish and
worry about my LUNGS...
Think abt it...