Seems a century has passed in this gaslit house
How does one escape as they begin to drown?
Shit poetry, you’re welcome
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my problem with drugs is that they’re always there when no one else is,
in the stillness of dawn,
when the world is wet with dew,
and the smoke rolls amongst the fog,
and the powder drains,
as you fill your veins,
and for a moment,
it’s as if there is no one else left in the world,
other than you.
and in this absent stillness in which you find yourself,
you suddenly remember what is was like to feel at home.
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From “refuge recovery: a Buddhist path to recovering from addiction”
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Ya know what sucks....
Losing a friend after 11 years without reason.
I am sad.
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It's been over a week since my last line. I know I need to stay clean. But if I had it right in front of me I know I'd do it. I've never loved a drug so much. Nothing as ever made me feel happier. I want it so bad. This sucks.
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This drug just keeps calling to me. But I can't touch it, I have court coming up and if I fail the test, I'm definitely gonna do time. I'm trying so hard to stay clean. I'm falling apart.
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I am beyond terrified. I don't want to go to jail.
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What's a bitch gotta do for some of the goods...
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