R is for Regrets

When we’re active in our disease, we tend to be self-centered. The world revolves around us and for me, it revolved around my next bump of blow. If you stood in my way of that than I was quick to cut you out of my life. If I didn’t remove you then I lied to you. No matter who you were. Mom, dad, sibling. I didn’t care. You were an obstacle to me getting high so if it meant a fib here and there, I didn’t even bat an eye or feel an ounce of remorse as I spun my web of deceit. After all, my drugs numbed my pain, what was one more thing to numb?


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