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the putrid smell of cigarette smoke and cheap whiskey breath feels like home. His arms felt like home, too. I knew him as the boy who’d party all night and make plans with me the next day only to sleep the whole time. I knew him as ****** noses from ******* and the young emphysemic cough that would **** a small part of me every time I heard it. I knew him as that big, stupid ******* smile. I knew him as the boy who’d ride his bike to my house but would always be too worn out to ride his bike with me. I knew him as far too charming for his own good. I knew him as perfectly imperfect. I know him as cold and unempathetic. I know him as the boy who refused to get on the phone with me for closure. I know him as unstable. I know him as manipulative. I know myself as someone who will never be more important than ******* I know myself as someone who will never be more important than cigarettes. I know myself as just another doll who was tossed to the side by a child who got bored. The fetor of a coffin nail and the acidic aroma of Highlands Red still reminds me of him— but only the version of him that I knew.
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Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 4:13 PM UTC
who i knew & who i know
the putrid smell of cigarette smoke and cheap whiskey breath feels like home. His arms felt like home, too. I knew him as the boy who’d party all night and make plans with me the next day only to sleep the whole time. I knew him as ****** noses from ******* and the young emphysemic cough that would **** a small part of me every time I heard it. I knew him as that big, stupid ******* smile. I knew him as the boy who’d ride his bike to my house but would always be too worn out to ride his bike with me. I knew him as far too charming for his own good. I knew him as perfectly imperfect. I know him as cold and unempathetic. I know him as the boy who refused to get on the phone with me for closure. I know him as unstable. I know him as manipulative. I know myself as someone who will never be more important than ******* I know myself as someone who will never be more important than cigarettes. I know myself as just another doll who was tossed to the side by a child who got bored. The fetor of a coffin nail and the acidic aroma of Highlands Red still reminds me of him— but only the version of him that I knew.
my experience of falling in love with an addict
#addiction#smoker#younglove#love#loss#manipulation#relationship#addict#cigarettes
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Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 4:13 PM UTC
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