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I grew up in a blue house. I never knew it, but I loved it. When I was younger I had a dog named bob. I knew I loved him. I was walking bob when hailie left. She never knew I loved her. Little by little the pieces of this puzzle fell apart. And they wonder why I relapse. They wonder why I can't "just don't do it." They wonder why I dream all day. They wonder why sobriety is the my handicap.
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Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 10:22 PM UTC
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I grew up in a blue house. I never knew it, but I loved it. When I was younger I had a dog named bob. I knew I loved him. I was walking bob when hailie left. She never knew I loved her. Little by little the pieces of this puzzle fell apart. And they wonder why I relapse. They wonder why I can't "just don't do it." They wonder why I dream all day. They wonder why sobriety is the my handicap.
The bases of my depression is the inability to care about anything anymore. Little by little it keeps growing. It all started with the Blue House.
joshw
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Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 10:22 PM UTC
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