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Kewayne Wadley
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Passion And Ambition Seek The Same

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Not Anymore

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The choice to stop was mine. The addiction itself was a different story. Doctors don't write prescriptions for this kind of stuff. The cold sweats associated with anger. The beginning is the hardest part. Admitting temptation. I was addicted. The situation had ended but I kept obsessing. Knowingly risking health. The way you feel, the way you taste. I couldn't afford to lose you as well as myself in the process. Properly insuring another substance for another. The cost of Medicare. It was my decision, my choice. Your voice a constant peer pressure of finding bliss. If only for a minute. At some point I ignored my own voice. Reaching for you again. I acknowledge that it was my responsibility. Blaming everything around me, even you. In this brief moment, common sense wasn't so common. Not anymore. Forgetting that actions have consequences. For every second I ignore you. You whine, you cry. Becoming my chronic illness. The enabler to what ever complaint. It's hard to quit. Finding every excuse except the right one. She was the highway. I was the traveler. Weary in search of exit. This road becoming longer and longer. The lights becoming more and more distant. Each exit in-between stops having fewer establishments. Additional signs appearing with more temptation. The cold sweats are back, this anxiousness to reach for something that I know isn't there. This addiction to hold you, crave you, taste you. This urge to love you as much as I did. This persistent itch that I can't live without you. Doctors don't write prescriptions for this kind of stuff. The warning labels causing more harm than good. Reminiscing on times that I shouldn't. The choice to stop was mine. To love someone that doesn't love you back

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