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Recovery

shroomco877

Bluelighter
Joined
Feb 3, 2001
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Location
Atwater, OH, USA
I know that you're used
To having me near.
But I've got to go away now-
Im afraid it's true, my dear.
I've got to fight this battle-
Win this war inside my head.
I've got to do this on my own.
I refuse to give up and play dead.
It's going to be a hard road-
A never ending fight.
But I must beat this addiction.
I must try with all my might.
So you won't see me for a while,
You won't get to hear my voice.
Please try to understand, my dear,
Doing this was my choice.
And when I come back home again-
I will be a different me.
I'll be sober, reborn, and clean-
I will be alive and free.
I won't be able to come back to my old life.
I won't hang out like old times.
I just wouldn't be able to handle that-
The temptation of "just one last time".
I'm sorry I'm so weak-minded.
I'm sorry I have to go away.
I don't want this to consume my life-
So goodbye now- my dear friends-
My new life starts today.
I know this is a pretty cheesy poem. But I had to write this one down. Today is the first day for me. Im hope I'll be able to do this. Thanks for reading.
Utopia
 
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