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I want to smoke. It's all I can think about. It's not the first time I've had these feelings. I used to be an addict To the fluttering high Of nicotine. Chain-smoking to fill the void. I seem cool with a cigarette in my mouth. I have social interactions with a stranger with a cigarette in my mouth. I joke with coworkers on break with a cigarette in my mouth. I get outside more with a cigarette in my mouth. I'll die with a cigarette in my mouth.
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Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 8:20 PM UTC
Nicotine
I want to smoke. It's all I can think about. It's not the first time I've had these feelings. I used to be an addict To the fluttering high Of nicotine. Chain-smoking to fill the void. I seem cool with a cigarette in my mouth. I have social interactions with a stranger with a cigarette in my mouth. I joke with coworkers on break with a cigarette in my mouth. I get outside more with a cigarette in my mouth. I'll die with a cigarette in my mouth.
janeloop
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Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 8:20 PM UTC
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