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Feb 2014
You tell yourself you're never going to do it again; the thing that lets you pour out your emotions. But you know you just can't live without it, even if it's hurting you and the people around you. You know that next time you feel empty, worthless, useless, that it will be the only thing you can think to do, that will, at least, temporarily, set you free. And that is what addiction is.
Cynthia Malta
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Cynthia Malta  United States
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