Discreet findings turn to guilt
what once rose now begins to wilt,
addiction sledding downhill
pain and misery no longer a thrill,
your bottom is touched,
hope is near, as the whispers begin to clear,
a smile from above as you recover,
a new happiness you will soon discover
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Addictions are hard to conquer be they drink drugs or religious mania. You can do it even if you backslide just start again. I wish you success ivor