I Lost my grip and I fell
The junkie is always with us, and I gave him room to breathe, not knowing how fast and lethal his grip on me would become in a matter of seconds, what I take from my fall is to always guard my quit, to remember that however bad the crave is to begin smoking again is really bad, I do not want to be a smoker I want to live my life smoke free, I want to be free from the demon inside but I now understand that underneath the surface he will be lurking. I will get through hell and heck week and understand my addiction better, tomorrow brings a new day, one where I will hold my head high, instead of puffing away furiously, feeling sick and stinking of smoke, the addiction sucks and to carryon smoking would suck the life from me. I must commit to NOPE every day. I'm brushing myself down and telling myself onwards and upwards
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