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Sobrietyand the hope you once felt ride on your skin and breathe in your bones seems to all but disappear entirely, to the point of almost losing its memory, you'll wake shakily in a warm sweat, and the breeze across your figure will firmly sting you as you realize that you and your growing depression will eat at each other feverishly until you die together, alone. all works on this page Copyright 2001 by Paul Ryan .
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