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The Urge
Sometimes I can feel it Boiling urges beneath my feet I dig in my heels Settle deeper into my seat Not this time I exclaim I rebuke the power you once withheld My chains undone I now know of a peace unparalleled Two hundred and twenty five days ago Lost looking up from the hell…
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I Did Not Need a Drink – 02/2024
Chills run across my spine when I think of some of my darkest hours. Irresponsible decisions in high school and too many nights in college I can not remember. The moments I could recall haunted me for most of my sleepless nights. Yet, I always managed to walk back into a bar. Sobbing on bathroom…