Killing me Softly
As I begun to awaken this morning, dark out, 5:30 a.m., I heard this little man talking from inside my chest. He said, in a frightened, small and soft voice�, Stickin I miss you and I�m afraid I�m dying. He said �you and I go way back together since childhood� please don�t let me go, I need you�. I laid there thinking about this poor little guy begging for help and I thought how could I still keep this little man in my life without smoking.
By quitting I have learned I�m not able to walk in the smoking man�s shoes again. I like the way the new pair fits, they are real nice. I�m sorry to ditch you bud, seeing how long we have been together but I must say to you, you were killing me softly in the relationship that we have had since childhood.
[B]My Milage:[/B]
[B]My Quit Date: [/B]1/22/2006
[B]Smoke-Free Days:[/B] 615
[B]Cigarettes Not Smoked:[/B] 11,070
[B]Amount Saved:[/B] $3,382.50
[B]Life Gained:[/B]
[B]Days:[/B] 112 [B]Hrs:[/B] 6 [B]Mins:[/B] 37 [B]Seconds:[/B] 11
