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“When did you start smoking?” I asked, as the cherry of his cigarette glowed in contrast against the night.
“After she left,” he replied. He blew out a puff of smoke and turned to me. “Some people are just like nicotine, little sister. You become addicted to them and suddenly you’re so desperate for the way they taste that you’d rather smoke a handful of these,” he said glancing at the box of cigarettes on the ground, “then deal with the pain they cause.” He looked up at the sky and a watery smile was painted across his face. “I wish she knew that I haven’t forgotten; she’s still the smoke in my lungs.”- excerpt from my life #49: my brother is stuck smoking a metaphor // a.c.
I started smoking after he left so I relate
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