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the making of an alcoholic

tired and depressed

lost and abandoned

no love

no hope

until one day i stumbled on a drink that made me feel alive

don't let the name depressant fool you

it slows my reactions the thoughts

the voices that tell me i'm worthless

alcohol was the solution i have been searching for

even better it was always there

always there.... and if i drink a little more the high lasts a little longer

i was all alone and hurt

until alcohol came and clouded everything

it was the escape i needed

and that is how i was made an alcoholic

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Written by
darian-marie-dalton
18 / F
Published
Jul 25, 2017
Lines·Words
15·100
Notes

i'm reading a psychology book.... i don't drink.

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#alcoholic#sadness#depression#worthless#help#broken#addiction#love
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