Brought to my knees once
again, A defeat in my present. A leftover from my chemically defeated past. I
cannot let my past succeed in defeating me again.
My leftover, hung-over, sideshow, freak show
is the language of self-destruction and alcoholic destruction, pure insanity,
purely insane, insane, pure.
Help.
Help me. Someone help me.
Someone help me help someone. Help someone. Someone help.
I have proven to myself again and again that
'addicted to chaos' is another form of denial. Sobriety was such a rude,
uncomfortable and painful awakening. My addiction wants me to continue down the
familiar path of more: a rock, a hard place, trapped.
“When things go
wrong, don't go with them.” - Anonymous
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