Good morning, it's been a long weekend.
No wait, forgot, todays Tuesday.
Right now, a little after 6:00am.
I'm confused, yes, I'm fucked up.
It's been four days, and I'm still up.
With only a few hours asleep yesterday.
I'm struggling, hoping this poem makes sense.
It sucks to be a addict, I'm not at all,
proud to say.
But I'll tell you that straight up. I'm no longer scared,
or feel I need to hide.
I've been to rehab twice.
The first time it took me forever,
finally, I picked up the phone.
Thought finally I was tired of lying, and
no longer wanted to hurt my friends and family.
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