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I don't think I can...

Tomorrow I leave
at 12:00 in the after
noon starts the first
day of the rest of my
life.

I leave my little girl,
my parents, my guy.
42 days with out them.
Only a phone call and
3 hours away from
them.

My knees are shaking
my stomach hurts.
Is it withdrawal or just
intimidation?
Whatever it is, its bad.

No more powder in my
nose.
No more pills to swallow.
I'm just an empty shell
with no where to go in
life.

Yah, I may be getting
better. The feelings for
the H are still here inside
me even though its been
weeks. I want it.
I need it. I hate it but
god does it love me.
It became my best friend.
It helped me when I was down.
It took away my pain.
I don't know what to do
with out it.

Like I said, I'm scared.
Tomorrow is the first day
for rehab. Following that
a half way house.
Court ordered
No choice to leave.
I can't do this....
Written by MeganElisabeth (MeggyMae-MeganElisabeth)
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