the scars on my wrists have faded nicely
it was a lengthy process to get here again
new cells and news hopes and new meds
but old habits die hard when dying
and i find myself wanting to relapse in the bathroom
feeling better behind a locked door
with only the sound of a running faucet
come to think of it
the floorboards needed a fresh coat anyways
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