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To my sobriety: I am afraid. But I am brave. I hate you. But I will not misbehave. I am broken. I am determined. I am tempted. But I maintain my distance from bourbon. For once my mind is clear. But there’s a new kind of turmoil in my head. I’m afraid of the fire. But I have made my bed.
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Sep 19, 2020
Sep 19, 2020 at 7:11 PM UTC
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To my sobriety: I am afraid. But I am brave. I hate you. But I will not misbehave. I am broken. I am determined. I am tempted. But I maintain my distance from bourbon. For once my mind is clear. But there’s a new kind of turmoil in my head. I’m afraid of the fire. But I have made my bed.
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Sep 19, 2020
Sep 19, 2020 at 7:11 PM UTC
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