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One hundred and five days wasted. Down the drain along with the crimson and I tried. Pushed to the limit, I Could not control that which my skin begged for. Crawling like a thousand ants. Screaming, wretching, Pleading. Give me More. And I gave in, weak in my Pain. I could not control, Myself, my mind, my Hands. They say relapse, Is necessary in recovery but I say it's Failure. Failure and weakness, Reminding me that I cannot Overcome the Monsters. I begin the count again, One two three, Waiting to see how long it will Take. One Hundred and Five days Gone to waste, and I Tried, and I Failed.
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Jun 24, 2012
Jun 24, 2012 at 1:35 AM UTC
One Hundred and Five
One hundred and five days wasted. Down the drain along with the crimson and I tried. Pushed to the limit, I Could not control that which my skin begged for. Crawling like a thousand ants. Screaming, wretching, Pleading. Give me More. And I gave in, weak in my Pain. I could not control, Myself, my mind, my Hands. They say relapse, Is necessary in recovery but I say it's Failure. Failure and weakness, Reminding me that I cannot Overcome the Monsters. I begin the count again, One two three, Waiting to see how long it will Take. One Hundred and Five days Gone to waste, and I Tried, and I Failed.
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Jun 24, 2012
Jun 24, 2012 at 1:35 AM UTC
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