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Feb 2014
I always thought an addiction had to be
something you could physically touch,

but here I am

chasing this feeling I can’t even put into words,

I broke my knuckle open trying to
choke up what was left in me,

I saw blood, I should’ve been scared,
I should’ve wished for help, I should’ve
wished for a do-over, swore to God
"if you grant me this one wish I swear
I’ll never **** up again”

but I just wished for more.

- S.G.
Stella Gamber
Written by
Stella Gamber  Greensburg, PA
(Greensburg, PA)   
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