Challenge
Take one of your old stories or poems and use the last line and make it the beginning line of a new write.
Any genre, any subject.
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Your kiss tasted of liquid chocolate against my sawed out, sour tounge. But You deserved more than I could give. And so, I tried to cover up my sweet tooth with a pack of cigarettes (all I got was two addictions and a mouth full of regrets). I lacked the strength to leave you, and in the end, that doomed us all.