There are a thousand ways my heart can break. At least.
So far, being a non-smoker has been a good thing. I'm glad to be a new non-smoker.
Aye, but here's the rub: like any addict, I used my addiction to suppress things that I didn't want to deal with in full. Addictions are handy like that.
Now... there are a thousand ways my heart can break.
The worst is over?
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