Caffeine. Nearing addict status; once spurned pure black but now it’s my composition. Jitters
my thoughts; next round is scotch: Next, I’m alcoholic. Yet, withdrawal never latches. I’m safe.
Two Cinquains. Describes how I overindulge in coffee (I once couldn't stand the taste of black coffee and now I can't get enough of it) and I fear that alcohol will do the same to me (I don't like the taste of it but maybe I'll love it too much like I do coffee). Yet, even with coffee, I can drink heavy amounts of it for days and be completely fine (not experience withdrawal symptoms). So with my anxious thoughts, they seem like they will stick with me forever but in the end, I'll be fine.
Father Almighty God Empower me with strength Cure my insatiable weakness Through Christ
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