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Pitcher Perfect

BAC= Blood Alcohol Content

Pitcher Perfect

Pitcher perfect,,,
imagery of temptation
intertwined with DNA strands.
HEREDITARY, scary the control
the past has.

If only,,,
IΒ couldΒ go BAC in time,
and cut all loose ends.
DEVELOPING new bloodlines,
rescuing myself.

RELAPSE

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Marion

Rob...if this means what I think it means...hugs. And remember this...we are all addicts, each and every one of us. Street drugs, prescription drugs, food, sex, drink even a hobby can become an addiction. Some addictions can limit our lives more than others...true. Be kind to yourself ...xx

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RG

Sorry for late response… it wasn’t as bad as you were thinking, just some aggressive temptation, I let the poem remind me what I didn’t want. Thank you for your caring and genuine support.Β 

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Marion

Phew...well done you...stay strong x

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RG

My wife put my butt in shape and we agreed to purchase a slingshot. She crunched the numbers and if we both stopped drinking it would cover the cost of the new toy. Every-time I feel tempted, we just go beat the Hell out of our new machine, it’s quite exhilarating and fulfilling. She’s a smart woman as I have had very few urges and she loves it just as much as I do. Β We think our dogs like it the most as they jump in it every-time we let them out of the house lol.Β 

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Marion

Fantastic idea!! You sound like a beautiful family πŸ˜ŠπŸ’•

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