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The monster in me is never satisfied, it constantly is tearing me apart and there is nothing I can do;  except of course keep ingesting the sickness that has already spread throughout my soul. I will forever need a substance to stay alive. Sobriety leads to these deafening screams in the pit of my stomach, this vice silences the screams, at least for a little while.
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Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 9:08 PM UTC
The Untold Truth
The monster in me is never satisfied, it constantly is tearing me apart and there is nothing I can do;  except of course keep ingesting the sickness that has already spread throughout my soul. I will forever need a substance to stay alive. Sobriety leads to these deafening screams in the pit of my stomach, this vice silences the screams, at least for a little while.
Children believe there are monsters under their beds, but growing older- we begin to realize they were inside of us all along.
alycia-reed
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Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 9:08 PM UTC
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