I started drinking again, you know, wine and vodka. They came back, my little go-to girl; cigarettes. It was as if my body needed them again, that bittersweet nicotine inside my lungs along with that raspy-burn sensation of vodka down my throat.
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Short Storyto whoever identifies themselves with the character of each "story", but most importantly to the person behind each thought. I don't consider myself a writer nor do I believe to be one, my mind just runs wildly imagining stories of people I haven't...
