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I'm sorry my clothes smell like cigarettes even though they're newly washed; I don't smoke, I promise-- I don't do my own laundry when I'm at home And I hate that I am now familiar with the disgusting, skunky odor of **** even though I've never seen a blunt with my own eyes But yet I still know how it feels to be addicted-- not to a drug, to a person-- the effects are just the same. It's like I need you to be whole; a part of me is missing when you're not near--and God, it hurts sometimes! The anxious jitters overcome me, eyes cold and unnerving, thoughts more and more convoluted by the minute. No, I've never smoked, but that doesn't mean I'm unaffected. Secondhand smoke has the power to **** too, you know...
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Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC
Incohesive Thoughts on Growing Up II
I'm sorry my clothes smell like cigarettes even though they're newly washed; I don't smoke, I promise-- I don't do my own laundry when I'm at home And I hate that I am now familiar with the disgusting, skunky odor of **** even though I've never seen a blunt with my own eyes But yet I still know how it feels to be addicted-- not to a drug, to a person-- the effects are just the same. It's like I need you to be whole; a part of me is missing when you're not near--and God, it hurts sometimes! The anxious jitters overcome me, eyes cold and unnerving, thoughts more and more convoluted by the minute. No, I've never smoked, but that doesn't mean I'm unaffected. Secondhand smoke has the power to **** too, you know...
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Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC
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