My Two Tiny Men Comments

Cleaning the mess that is my life the broken pieces of toys like memories haunting me.
my addiction is trying to break me- constantly- reminding me of why I'm staying clean.
tears soaking the floor of the room I laid to lick my wounds of what their mother did to me.
Addiction is the silent enemy that never takes the blame back and forth between recovery and relapse but I don't want to play that game.
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