Little voice whispering in my ear,
“Oh, you can have just one my dear.
One won’t make you fall apart!
One won’t hurt,” and then I start
To think you about, romanticize
What happened in the past
Only recalling the good times while forgetting all the bad.
Reminding myself to, “Just have one,” that “one won’t hurt, it might be fun.”
Then, Only God knows how many I’ll have
After the first, I get a free pass
to ruin my life and stop my success,
trip over my feet and do less than my best.
For that voice in my head saying that it’s okay
Was the last voice I heard before my relapse today.
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