But with every breath I took, in all the exhaled smoke, you were around me. Curling your fingers between strands of my hair. Whispering to my lips. Your eyes looked straight through me, you knew I was lying. I closed my eyes and let the pipe fall from my palm to the alcohol-stained carpet. I hate you. I hate you for falling in love with me.
I hate me for falling in love with you.
I hate me for falling in love with you.
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