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Jan 22, 2012, 11:55 PM
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....you have been with me....yes you have hurt me!
we have always been together when I was down you were there...sometimes it was you that brought me down. but I always forgave you and let you back into my life.....we have so many memories.... you know more about me than anybody ever!!...you have seen me at my worst and applied the pressure when I was at my best. often it was your fault that I was at my worst and only when I forced you out of my life I was then at my best! I recall the times when you made me feel so special and comforted me when I was in pain.....and convinced me that the pain was otherwise not your doing but just me. we were so close....I never went anywhere without you. I defended you and protected you and kept you alive...! but you ravished me and put me in danger and tried to kill me! and I still trust you...?? |
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Jan 23, 2012, 12:06 AM
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....I walk past poorly lighted windows in a dark and miserable alley...
glancing around with short and quick movements of the anxiety deranged individual....clutching one trembling hand with the other gripping in curled icy fist my cloak around my head ..... so this storm does not penetrate. ...a leaning rusty lampost suddenly becomes my haven as the gusts increase and I shiver just a little bit because I know the worst is yet to come! wet and soaked right through desperate and insane I see my feet...but they are watching me and asking questions? where to now? what and where to now? where are you going to make me step? next? I want to go home...you treat me like crap! my poor leather bound feet curled up and stressing. so I shake off that one real quick cos it was surreal. and back to the reasons I thought I had.... then a FIST..... arrives. who or what dis-membered my sense of reality? I have been attacked!! I will never know?....did I punch myself or did life punch me? |
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Jan 23, 2012, 10:19 AM
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Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle. The world you desired can be won. It exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours..~Ayn Rand |
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#4
Jan 23, 2012, 04:56 PM
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James, you're not grieving your addiction; you're making love to it.
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Jan 23, 2012, 08:49 PM
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and I now have a sexually transmitted disease! |
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Jan 23, 2012, 10:19 PM
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The best phrase I ever heard about booze was that when it has us in it's grip it's like making love to a grizzly bear. You don't stop until the grizzly bear is done with you, and the grizzly bear has all the power.
Unless you call uncle and really, really mean it deep down in your innermost soul. Then the Grizzly lets go it's grip.
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