Smoke your worries away, but dont forget the price you pay.
A cigarette is a reminder that life isnt always sweet.
Smoking: a moment of pleasure, a lifetime of remorse.
Breathing in clouds, exhaling dreamssmoke is deceptive.
Cigarettes are the ashes of our best intentions.
Light up a cigarette, but dont let it light up your life.
Inhaling smoke, but exhaling regrets.
Every puff is a whisper of rebellion against your own health.
Cigarettes: the false friend that wraps you in a haze.
Smoke rings may float, but health sinks like a stone.
Each drag is a step into the fog of forgetfulness.
The more you smoke, the harder it is to breathe free.
Cigarettes may warm your fingers but chill your heart.
Life is too short to waste on fleeting puffs.
A smoke breaks the silence, but could break your lungs too.
The only thing smoking guarantees is the cold breath of regret.
Life is like a cigaretteburning fast and often leaving scars.
In a world of chaos, smoke is a momentary calm before the storm.
Cigarettes hide problems instead of solving them.
Like smoke, your dreams can vanish in an instant.
Every cigarette is a tiny rebellion against the inevitable.
Smoke clouds your vision, but clarity is the real luxury.
The fire that warms you can also burn you.
Cigarette breaks: short escapes that cost a lifetime.
Each flame consumes more than just tobacco; it consumes life.
Smoking may ease the mind, but it chokes the soul.
A cigarette is just a stick of borrowed time.
Each drag is a step into an uncertain tomorrow.
Smoke will fade, but the consequences linger.
The allure of a cigarette fades, but the scars remain.
Every puff reinforces the chains of addiction.
When you smoke, let the embers of change glow within.
Cigarettes: the art of fumbling with fate.
Light a cigarette, but know when to extinguish it.
The taste of smoke is a bittersweet reminder of choice.
Cigarette breaks are moments stolen from health.
In the haze of smoke, clarity is a rare gem.
One puff leads to another, and soon, the choices disappear.
A pack may offer comfort, but it wont heal the wounds.
No amount of smoke can cover up the truth beneath.
Each cigarette is a silent promise of tomorrows pain.
Smoke may fill the air, but it cant fill the void inside.
The road of smoking is paved with short-lived pleasures.
Cigarettes promise moments of pause but deliver only delay.
In the end, smoke is just vapora fleeting illusion.