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I hate myself.

I drink and smoke. It's gross. That is why I hate myself.

The alcohol burns my throat. The cigar tastes like dirt. It turns my lungs to dust. It makes my brain and body mush. But it takes away the feelings. It makes me calm. And I like it. I need it.

I drink and smoke. It's gross. That is why I hate myself.

I hate myself.

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