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That first puff, the first sip, the burn in my throat, light headed and shaking, another hit another shot, I remember when I promised never. I am not the person I used to be, I am not a beacon of hope, I am a shipwreck and I can see the smokestacks falling into the sea. Sometimes I have to remind myself I am awake, that this is not a dream, maybe one day I'll wake up and it will be. Do not look at me like a sob story, do not ask for a happy ending, there is no ending, this is my life and it is ongoing smoke bumming ***** stealing blunt passing cold turkey relapsing screaming screaming screaming. Red ribbons and markers on posters, this is not the person I was before.
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May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 1:13 AM UTC
Codependent
That first puff, the first sip, the burn in my throat, light headed and shaking, another hit another shot, I remember when I promised never. I am not the person I used to be, I am not a beacon of hope, I am a shipwreck and I can see the smokestacks falling into the sea. Sometimes I have to remind myself I am awake, that this is not a dream, maybe one day I'll wake up and it will be. Do not look at me like a sob story, do not ask for a happy ending, there is no ending, this is my life and it is ongoing smoke bumming ***** stealing blunt passing cold turkey relapsing screaming screaming screaming. Red ribbons and markers on posters, this is not the person I was before.
Written instead of drinking
#addiction#depression#alcohol#drugs#help#relapse
molly-hart
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molly-hart
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 1:13 AM UTC
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