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A life I never wanted

I spent a decade trying to quit smoking. This is it, I'd say, my last pack. 24 hours later, I'd slink back to the gas station for more. I was a failure machine. Again and again, I failed. And every time I failed, I blamed myself -- my lack of willpower. Apparently, my willpower was broken. I finally quit with the patch. A tiny square not much bigger than a band aid, you put it on your skin, and it leeches a steady dose of nicotine into your bloodstream. The moment I put it on, my cravings went away. I was suspicious. Was it really so simple to quit? Had I really lied to myself for a decade? Apparently, I didn't love the taste of cigarettes. I didn't NEED one after a meal. Cigarettes didn't give me a...

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