I haven't fallen off the wagon,
But its been dragging me behind it.
The rope from which I am attached,
Is fixated like a noose around my neck.
And the thought of being happy and fully on that wagon once again, is killing me.
But hopefully I can make it a slow death,
So I can enjoy the ride.
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 2:05 AM UTC
I haven't fallen off the wagon,
But its been dragging me behind it.
The rope from which I am attached,
Is fixated like a noose around my neck.
And the thought of being happy and fully on that wagon once again, is killing me.
But hopefully I can make it a slow death,
So I can enjoy the ride.
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