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Just got off of the phone listening to mine spew alcoholic thoughts and I said, “I am 36. Will this ever end?”

Addiction kills everyone it touches. A piece of me dies every single day just dealing with the one I love the most.

Peace, Wild One. This… you got it out. I hope it helped. It reads as if one day, it might.

*big hugs*

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