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Confessions of a smoker "I'm sorry I always smell of smoke," She stared at me with pleading eyes. I couldn't stand to look into those eyes that held so much raw emotion. She was nothing like me but understood me in every way possible, "or that I disappear without a trace in the world." Ruffling my short hair I continued on. "Even how I don't feel anything and couldn't careless about anyone but myself." Pain flashed upon her face, even so I needed to keep going. I can't to this to her anymore. "I can't stand to see you fall deeper and deeper for me everyday. I don't do relationships, I do one night stands and keeping to myself. learn that sweet heart." Im sure she hadn't given up. Actually I'm wrong. I knew she was hundred percent in for it still, that there was no way that the blue eyed beauty would stop loving me. We were perfect for each other. "I love you." "I don't love you."
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