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life: the leftovers
By not an addict
on days like these
when everything is static
and i can pick
apart
the stale predictability
like some old pro junkie
scraping
the inside of a baggy
for one more hit
i have to wonder
if my spot-on memory
of all those chemically-induced
techno colour states
is a blessing or a curse
if there's ever
a point
where the shit i learned
in my "other life"
will
be relevant to "real life"
and how many fucking years
i'll
have to go clean
before i stop feeling
like just another druggy.
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Copyright 2010 not an addict
Published on Tuesday, March 30, 2010.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
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On Tuesday, October 15, 2019, Jonas Robinson
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wrote:
I'm also a recovering addict. I enjoyed this because it's hard to not feel shame for our past experiences, and I can relate. But, I let the shame become my motive. Some people never come out of it. Let that be your reminder. Thank you for sharing. :)
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On Monday, September 13, 2010, Beautiful Incidental
(39) wrote:
yes, the shit you learn from your 'other life' does eventually become relevant to your 'real life.' but the blending requires practiced patience and a bit of aggressiveness (because you still have to go against the masses). love this one !
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