"Just love me." He sobbed
"Then stop smoking Weed!"
"I-I can't it's to hard."
"Then have fun with your high self."
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He was bad for me; Just as bringing a cigarette to my lips is. But I couldn't resist the urge I got with him. He was my high.
"But no matter how damaged, he was still capable of loving, and being loved."