Loving someone is like smoking cigarettes. They make you feel happy and calm at first, but then you begin to smell and taste like them. And when you have to quit them, after the lung cancer sets in, you have to find a whole new way to stay calm. if you're lucky, you'll never have to quit, and sometimes that hurts even worse.
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Growing Out My Hair Again
PoetryA poetry book for people recovering from trauma, for survivors, lovers, and people who aren't sure about their place in the world.
