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Feb 2020
I live every day in a self-inflicted wound
With self-destructive tendencies, my insides are festooned
I fill my lungs with nicotine to keep me calm
Adderal to keep me going as the day drags on
Alcohol to slow my breath and make me smile
Caffeinated beverages push me through each mile
Streaming television at all hours, night or day
To forcibly make vicious thoughts of self-loathing go away
Painkillers are administered every night for sleep
Behavioral modification so crazy thoughts won't make a peep
I drank, I smoked, consumed, and used
Altered, Changed, Rewired, Abused
Danced in the streets, a wistful fool
Clearly a vagabond, with pharmaceutical tools
     Can't I stop?
Dance for us you idiot, give us delight
     Why can't I stop?
Stand up like the stupid puppet you do each night
     I'll stop!
Make merry like the fiend you are
     ...and it stopped
With the screeching brakes, horrible crash, and flipping of a car

Oh for a poor vagabond like me
My only drug now is the long road of recovery
I hope that everyone out there struggling with addiction gets the help they need.  I know how horribly hard it is and how terrible every undercurrent of our lives feel.  I struggled with addiction following several deaths in combat and a long hard battle with PTSD.  I wish all of you the best of luck and hope you are able to share your experiences to help those that follow in our footsteps get the help they need.  Much love to all of you.
Michael Stefan
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Michael Stefan  37/M/Minneapolis
(37/M/Minneapolis)   
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     --- and Carlo C Gomez
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