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126 days

One hundred and twenty-six days-

sober.

I thought I was strong enough

What the **** is the point of thinking

you have free will when this poison touched

my lips again?

After 126 days-

I convinced myself I was okay, that I could

"handle" just one drink

But one turned into more-

and I've had enough in my lifetime...

© 2016 Christina Jackson

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29 / F / American
Published
Oct 25, 2016
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there is nothing profound about my relapse, these words are just words..and nothing more.

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