I am a smoker because one day, a boy with brown hair and blue eyes sitting against a tree in the woods offered me a cigarette and I didn’t say no.
I am a smoker because smoking is more socially acceptable than cutting and I used to be a cutter.
I am a smoker because the smoke helps me breath, the smoke helps me think, the smoke helps me clear my head of all the clutter that builds up over time.
I am a smoker because the future terrifies me and painting my lungs black with disease seemed like a better option.
I am a smoker because I give in too easily to my emotions, to my old habits, to my private fears.
I am a smoker because enough will never be enough and letting go is never what it seems.
In response to the Daily Post’s prompt: Enough Is Enough
I love this 🙂 speaks volumes to me x thanks ❤
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love it ❤ your style of writing is so refreshing 🙂
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Thank you so much for reading and taking the time to comment! Glad to hear you enjoyed it! 🙂
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I love it, and can relate. You are a great writer 🙂
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I can relate as well! Hannah – I love the honesty. I can also add that I smoke because the comfort and mystery of ritual. 🙂 Even though I’m supposed to be finding new ones instead…damn resolutions.
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Thanks for stopping by! and good luck with your resolution! 🙂
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Thank you! 🙂
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Well done! You have captured the elusive essence of smoking. I enjoyed it very much. In love & light Cheryle
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Thanks for reading! I’m glad you enjoyed 🙂
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this brought smoke in my eyes. please pass the tissue.
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Hope you find another lovely post for when you quit.
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That’s very lucid, very true, and very original!
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