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i don't know

by @imperfectone

i got really high this morning and it feels like I cheated on recovery it feels like I ripped my sobriety from my cold dead high hands I'm listening to lil peep again and I feel like I'm actually going bad again I didn't care for my broken tender wounds yesterday and I broke down into a beautiful pile of sadness and there i layed for a miserable, deadly, slow 5 hours until i fell into a deep sleep and i woke up this morning and cheated on recovery
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imperfectone
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May 5, 2020
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recovery is a giant load of shit

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#recovery#na#drugs#depression#cheat
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