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I was just thinking what a fine little prison I had built for myself too Dime. The pills were the bricks and the drink was the mortar. And could very easily be again.
I can't believe something that I thought gave me freedom could have me so trapped!
Nands, I heard something in a meeting from a bloke I really like. He said, I don't have to cope, I just have to not drink. I always think of that when I am feeling overwhelmed.
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happily addicted to sugar, caffeine and horses
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