addiction/recovery (i can't tell the difference)

i didn’t want it to consume me the feeling of withdrawal shakes my bones more than any substance would this time there’s no more losing myself i still think about it even when i shouldn’t i’m too close to the edge to let myself topple and fall back again i’m so sick of climbing back up, especially when now i have no ones hand to pull me back the dopamine i used to stream between my veins is missing i’m missing a piece of myself i still want to feel it on the good days i want to flush the field and start anew but i don’t know how to electric currents are running up and down my body and i am not sure how to hold myself back again i’m still not over it i guess i was right in saying i’d never get over it

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