Smoking kills so i smoked

To the one who left without a reason, and to the version of me that waited anyway. To the quiet boys who cried in silence, who laughed on texts but screamed in dreams. To every soul that burned quietly, while the world called it “healing.” This book wasn’t written for the healed. It was written for the ones still pretending they’re okay. I see you. This is your story too.

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