I'm Not A Quitter

I’m Not A Quitter
 

They say I should quit,
or else I might die.
That hits me quite hard;
I’ll give it a try.
 

I’m giving them up,
I threw mine away.
So far I feel fine,
It’s been half a day.
 

One day has now passed
and cravings set in.
Please leave me alone,
my patience is thin.
 

I’m on to day two,
not feeling too swell.
My head is in pain,
my chest is as well.
 

It’s now moved to night,
my will starts to go.
I’ve quit many times,
I should be a pro.
 

Here comes the third day,
I’m craving a toke.
“Excuse me there, mate,
can I bum a smoke?”
 

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