My Faults

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Rated: E · Poetry · Dark · #2261619

Alcoholism and Recovery

Fear and lust precede my drinking,
Hate and hurt precede my drinking,
and worst of all is all that thinking.
Laying there I feel me cringing

My mind jumbles all those thoughts,
my mouth mumbles all those thoughts,
I worry about all my faults,
Peace of mind is what exalts.



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