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15 Days

To my sobriety:

I am afraid.

But I am brave.

I hate you.

But I will not misbehave.

I am broken.

I am determined.

I am tempted.

But I maintain my distance from bourbon.

For once my mind is clear.

But there’s a new kind of turmoil in my head.

I’m afraid of the fire.

But I have made my bed.

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