Only Trick

"Don't Look Back in Anger"<br>

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In one night, I lost five years of my life. Here's what I know …<br>

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I was homeless. <br>

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I'm a recovering drug addict.<br>

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My inked skin crawls from lustful eyes. <br>

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I have a serious aversion to women. <br>

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My gay partner is a home wrecker. <br>

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I own a gun and I'm a damn good shot. <br>

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I'm a makeup artist, but it's an insult to my talent. <br>

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I've never wanted to possess anything except my Ducati … until I met Darby. <br>

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Now here's what I know since that day in the ER when she pieced me back together … nothing—but a few random thoughts.<br>

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My new "friend" is distracting, clingy, and obsessed with acronyms, emojis, and phrases like "breakfast soul mates." <br>

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I didn't want to like her, but she crawled under my skin and swallowed me whole. Now we're best friends and she's my new addiction. I'd drink her from a shot glass, snort her up my nose, or inject her into my veins if I could. What I won't do … is ever tell her that. <br>

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She doesn't know me … I don't know me. When those missing years come back, I think she will hate me … I think I will hate me. <br>

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My parents named me Patrick Roth, and this is my story.