Dear Cigarettes,

Time after time you have been right in arms reach, to calm me down when nobody else will try. When i run away, which is all too often, your smoke will trail behind me until the wind shoos you away. I turn to you during my lowest times, and you lift me up and give me the attitude to carry on. Nobody has held my hand when i needed it the most like you have.

Faithfully yours, smoker 4life.