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Smoking is probably one of the dumbest things I do. My hands smell putrid and my throat scratches with a guilty feeling. It’s a moment snatched from the present with a cost that is too horrific to imagine. Someone asked my why I do it, what it feels like. It feels like clarity. It feels…
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From the book Sensitive: The Hidden Power of the Highly Sensitive Person in a Loud, Fast, Too-Much World.
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I know men who come together to taste wine when actually all they want to do is speak about their pain. I know a couple where one drinks reluctantly as the other falls deeper into the hole, for a brief moment they fall together and in that moment they see each other, but it is…