“Home” reeks of cigarette.

But now that I’m gone

I’ve grown to miss that cigarette smell.

Now when I think of “home” all I can think of is the overpowering scent of two cigarettes fill my lungs second hand .

I can’t go to “home” anymore

because I can’t stand the smell of two cigarettes.

I miss the smell of “home” just the light colored smoke swirling in a mesmerizing way into the air

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“When I first started seeing Patrick, he was the most nicest, well mannered, intelligent man I ever saw. We took things fast I thought it was just him being clingy and cute until he asked me to move in.” *My voice starts to tremble and I make eye contact with the camera* The man in the corner in uniform clears his throat as if he’s irritated at me. “H-He just wanted me to be there for him. He was ...