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It tickles the back of my throat and inches up my spine, sending shivers down the nape of my neck. Gnawing on the tips of my ears, like the mosquito that just won't quit. It's this constant itch that makes me bite at my fingernails until they bleed. Knowing that if I treat you like an addiction, that means that I can be cured and the pain that aches deep inside my veins will fade away one day, and I won't crave you anymore. Or maybe you'll haunt me like the notebook on the floor, the last time I called my dad, and how I don't visit back home for Christmas anymore. This must be what recovery feels like. There will always be a bitter drip that seeps all over my tongue and gums. Then down into my lungs. Reminding me of the broken window and the time we tried to start all over. I'm 177 days sober from you, and if you knocked on my window in the middle of the night, for a little taste, I think that I would have the strength to say no. This must be what healing feels like.
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Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 3:56 PM UTC
Possible trigger warning: Drugs/Substance Abuse
It tickles the back of my throat and inches up my spine, sending shivers down the nape of my neck. Gnawing on the tips of my ears, like the mosquito that just won't quit. It's this constant itch that makes me bite at my fingernails until they bleed. Knowing that if I treat you like an addiction, that means that I can be cured and the pain that aches deep inside my veins will fade away one day, and I won't crave you anymore. Or maybe you'll haunt me like the notebook on the floor, the last time I called my dad, and how I don't visit back home for Christmas anymore. This must be what recovery feels like. There will always be a bitter drip that seeps all over my tongue and gums. Then down into my lungs. Reminding me of the broken window and the time we tried to start all over. I'm 177 days sober from you, and if you knocked on my window in the middle of the night, for a little taste, I think that I would have the strength to say no. This must be what healing feels like.
about my struggle with substance abuse and someone I once knew
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Egyptian
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 3:56 PM UTC
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