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We deny our flesh, then, give into the path of least resistance and after falling in every pothole from roads we travelled before, we wonder why guilt and shame win out as mocking spectators while we mindlessly repeat the same painful journey.
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Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 4:48 PM UTC
Relapse (An Unhealthy Recovery)
We deny our flesh, then, give into the path of least resistance and after falling in every pothole from roads we travelled before, we wonder why guilt and shame win out as mocking spectators while we mindlessly repeat the same painful journey.
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50/M/Pennsylvania
Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 4:48 PM UTC
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