Resistence (TW: Dr*g$)

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I'm 12 days clean
I should feel happy
Instead, I feel sick.

Like I'm balancing on a tightrope
I teeter tottering back and forth
I might fall any second
With any touch, I might dissolve

I find myself praying
Closing my eyes
I find strength, as I do
And so I balance a little longer

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