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Jun 2016
I'm often asked why do I smoke.
Why do I **** myself with every breath? Why don't I quit?
I do it because I don't care if I live or die. I had you and I have just one question for the world.
What else is there?
I want to write about other things but it seems to me that love, death, and *** is all I can write about.
Nathan Wischropp
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Nathan Wischropp  Springfield
(Springfield)   
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