Relapse
Relapse.
Nights are scary. I cry.
Insomnia, headaches.
I just want to
FLY
away, but it’s so hard.
so hard.
My feet are leaden, my
spirit sunk.
Stressed, scared, stretched too thin,
I feel myself slipping
a
w
a
y.
Who will save me?
Certainly not me.
I cause more
HARM
than good.
When left to myself, I
Wither.
I am afraid.
I am afraid
of a relapse.
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