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All my vapes are dead!! They are dead and they are gone! Toll the bells! Call the hearse! All my vapes are dead. No longer will i feel their sweet icy sensation slowly dance upon my lungs. Even accidentally discharged e-liquid upon my lips will be missed. How I miss its kiss. That satiates my needs. When I breathe I think of it. I miss my vapes but they have passed on. What shall I do? Not one not two not three will puff or huff. I have no vapes at my disposal, at arms reach, at my lips leisure. What can I do but toll the bells that calls upon the hearse. And all shall be well once I get my refill. Can't you tell this addiction is displeasing? To go through grief and pain in a cycle. I just love my vape I really do til death do us part I choose you. ....and when I choose you you have to say "yes please, yes choose me." Because I cannot live without a puff, I cannot live without a hug, I cannot live with common sense, lunacy is my defense. Am I talking about the dead vapes or am I talking about you? Because to each a lot of love is set to. I am confused for my addiction alters, is sways between vices, some good and some not so nice. All my vapes are dead but you are still here. Can I have a kiss to fill my heart? Can you write a rhyme to soothe my pain? Can I have a mere glance struck my way? My vapes are dead and it's all been said. They are dead and have been thrown away. And as I summon up these words I cannot tell where or when the lines blur as I am drifting into delirium from lack of sleep or is lack of nicotine? Lack of you? Lack of me? All my vapes are dead! They're dead! Here comes the hearse to carry them away. Hear the bells toll as the battery runs low. All my vapes are dead and gone. I need my fruity smoke. I want it now. For the nerves are crawling up since the smoke won't keep them down. I love you so and you love me but I need my smoke and I need to go.
I'm going off my meds as performance research. I told my doctor this and they advised against it. But who are they to understand the beauty of art and dedication of method acting. I'm only going away for a short period. Do not fret. I shall return home soon my sweet, bitter pills. I will be gone a while but a while does not last forever. And forever is not an option here so for a while we shall settle. So don't you worry for I'll be back in a hurry. I don't like to be without you for too long for the pain is really strong. But my craft calls upon me and I must dig deep inside of me. I'm going off my meds for performance research and I'm afraid it may be the end of me. Shooting a star so it may fall to become my wish on earth. I received you in exchange of its fire, its fire breathes within us now. The fumes are so loud I can't see through the clouds. It's rising, suffocating, intoxicating. I'm on the floor for you. My heart is melting to a puddle. It's all a disaster, so I call upon my master. God please it's me, let me have some air to breathe. It's me and him and him and me. He carries me up and molds me back together better than ever. Did god or the star answer my prayers? I received you and went off my rocker. But I've subsided, allowing this gentle love to take its nature and lead a path that is proper. I hope him and I will always be. One in another and another in one he saved me from myself when I was out of touch. His loving cries at my thoughtless behavior encouraged the rush. I am not perfect, that much is true, but my shooting star I shot down was in tune. He knew me from the start and from then we couldn't be apart. I will feed the flame every day until we flicker ever so slightly away.