An addict rarely thinks of themselves as an addict; but they’ve known pain. I've felt pain in the deepest parts of my body, and I've seen it dress others in terrible fashion. Some cry, some harm, some die, and some — numb. All hurt. Don’t watch an addict; they have an incredibly natural talent of transferring their pain onto you. The happy watch the hurt, and it becomes all they can remember. The addict rarely intends to spread their pain, but it's a flu — one deep cough and soon those they spend the most time with catch it too. I’d like to believe that I come home to you, asleep on the couch, reeking of a goosey binge, because it's your way of keeping me from seeing your pain — But as you lay there, in a half drunken slump, all I can see, is the very thing you're trying to hide.  Addiction is the scapegoat. Trauma, depression, insecurity, and silence, they’re the real perpetrators. Mindless killers that prey on the vulnerable. The dredge from years of hiding problems under your tongue. They drip slowly into your life, until one day, you open your eyes, 6 feet under water — drowning, and all you can do is ask yourself, “How come I never learned to swim?”

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                                          Drinks only save you
                                      Family mourns the living
                                             Dehydration kills
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