Written by Jacob Ibrag
Not enough. It’s never enough.
He’s waiting for my answer as I taste
the tip of my cigarette. This smoke,
the only thing that’s ever remains
consistent. Slowly killing away of
what little of me remains. He needs
my attention, and it’s all used up.
Exhaling out, I’ll never be enough.
Eyes + Words 
Dope…I have actually felt this way before so I can relate….your words took me right there for a sec…powerful piece.
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Powerful is correct…I lost my father to lung cancer several years after my parents divorced. I can’t even find the words to describe how deeply you captured his struggle. Amazing!
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Thanks Tanya, I’m really sorry for your loss 😦
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I was only 18 when it happened; it is good to reflect on it now…so thank you for your gifted words that allow me to indulge in a memory.
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Smoking kills ,its no solution
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This is amazing, this really got me
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Thank you 🙂
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That picture and your writing go really good together!
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Everything fits together in one. The picture with the words. This was different and I thoroughly enjoyed flowing with this piece. Thanks for sharing
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Thank you for reading it 🙂
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The writing is amazing! So succinct yet powerful!
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Thanks 🙂
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