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It's probably weird to think about an addiction like it's a sentient being, but that's how it feels. Like it's something living inside you. Something you can't get rid of because killing it means killing you.

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Ellen Hopkins
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: March 26
Novelist
Writer
Long Beach
California
Ellen Louise Hopkins
Feels
Sentient
Mean
Addiction
Something
Weird
Think
Killing
Thinking
Inside
Like
Probably
Living
Means

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