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One tends to overlook that a smoking addiction can be a way of dealing with the daily (small) trauma's of life, the everyday disappointments. If participating in life equals an everyday encounter with these trauma's (birth being the first) addicted smoking is the physical exponent of these trauma's, connecting that which kills the spirit to that which kills the cells; both inching towards death. It's a fairly simple equation and can keep a person from falling apart. To me, this is what makes quitting seem useless until one feels free enough to live without feeling guilty of one's presence. The love between two people could zero out this feeling of guilt.
Thank God for fags.
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The true test, after all, is to be like everyone else. Once that happens, he no longer has to question his singularity. He is free—not only of others, but of himself.
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