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I smoke one after the other, searching for some kind of relief. It's no longer comfort, just a habit. I’m past the point of disgust, past the point of noticing. I pause, not to stop, but to open another one.
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Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 12:38 PM UTC
Habit
I smoke one after the other, searching for some kind of relief. It's no longer comfort, just a habit. I’m past the point of disgust, past the point of noticing. I pause, not to stop, but to open another one.
Darksoul
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32/F/India
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 12:38 PM UTC
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