It is comming really clear in my recall, how sick cigerettes first made my body. I remember like yesterday, how I puked from my first packs of Salems and Kools, espeially Kools. I remember like yesterday, the bed was spinning around and around as I lay on it faintly breathing an hardly feeling half alive. My cheeks were flushed, my head was pounding like a brick hitting it every 120 seconds. Remembering how I once felt when I first started makes it easier for me today to smoke one less cigerette than before, maybe even more.
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"How lovely is the hand of God that soothes the rough road man has trod" (from-Beside Still Waters-A Book by Raymond B. Walker)
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