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#soberoctober
sober october keeps popping up, adorned as a choice to cleanse ourselves. i don’t have that — it’s been put in a cage. but slowly, gently, i’m taking it back, keeping the chains. they’re my lifeline for survival. the blood in my veins is not diluted with earthy red anymore, it runs clear, untouched and pure, reflecting my sobriety and the clarity of my soul.
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Oct 2, 2025
Oct 2, 2025 at 4:06 PM UTC
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