Thinking that you will get hurt,

I always shut my muzzles and heart.

      Your harrowing habits causes hatred,

 And a hassle to your health makes me hurt.

        I want to haul you form that addiction,

 But stops myself due to hesitation.

        When i question on it , you give hazy reply,

  Making me feel , my words make no imply.

        Your haughty habits leaves me in grief,

  And makes us go on a grimace belief.

            Zest your presence for me with love ,

    but say no to that ogre to live.

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