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Stages (No. 2)

I am not an inspiration

or counselor

and

I dont have it in me yet...

to talk an addicted stranger

back to life...

 

I dont have the energy,

nor do I have the know-how

to convince her to love herself

enough

to conquer

the beast

that is devouring her from

the inside out...

...and from all current indications

will surely be her demise...

 

I am winning...

but

this **** is so hard... and

my own **** is too fresh... and

I clearly peep the addict's

inadvertent and purposeful

"I can quit whenever I want to" self-delusion

with a detached ear...

as she scours the beer shelf for that with zero alcohol...

because her beast

has a

monkey

on it's back...

...she must find her own light

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Written by
carla-marie
F / American
Published
Sep 17, 2025
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To live is a personal decision

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