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It isn't for fun and games anymore. That excuse wilted away. In fact them are my very downfall. Back then, **** was only a refreshment And chosen were the days on it. I was on guard and after each introduction Every reabsorbed indulgence I walked it out of calling range Chose not to be what I am now. Financially funneling my nonexistent, To make my way through **** work **** pay, always broke... Weak without; Penniless with it. I need out. Have little lapses. I am not going to be a great loss. Just one that couldn't let go As fast as those that dabbled back then.
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Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 8:02 AM UTC
Weak Without; Penniless With
It isn't for fun and games anymore. That excuse wilted away. In fact them are my very downfall. Back then, **** was only a refreshment And chosen were the days on it. I was on guard and after each introduction Every reabsorbed indulgence I walked it out of calling range Chose not to be what I am now. Financially funneling my nonexistent, To make my way through **** work **** pay, always broke... Weak without; Penniless with it. I need out. Have little lapses. I am not going to be a great loss. Just one that couldn't let go As fast as those that dabbled back then.
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#addiction#drug#weakness#mistakes#made#relapsing
jack-r-fehlmann
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jack-r-fehlmann
49/M/American
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 8:02 AM UTC
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