Thats what I am, I sit here reading about you and hearing your pain and my room is a cloud of smoke. I feel so guilty for going to a pulmonologist and saying; "Hey Doc, guess what, Ive been smoking for thirty years and have no desire to quit, but I need a miracle so I'll feel better just so I can smoke a little longer. I greatly admire those of you who have the guts to recognize your problem, then do something to change it, I haven't been willing to give up my smoking. These cig's are my crutch, my fall back on, my friend. With friends like these who needs enemies. Like I said, I'm just an old Hypocrit.
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