Addictions poem : RECOVERY

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I didn't think it was going to be hard for me to get over you, until i tried... i often find myself lost in thought, what if? what if i went back to you? just once? but... i thought i was happy? i thought i was getting better, i shouldn't be afraid of going back to you, why am i so afraid of something that isnt there, it doesn't feel it isnt even alive, yet its eating me alive.

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