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“My tea's gone cold. I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all.”

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Friday, 2010 August 27 9:52 PM MDT — Arvada, Colorado UNITED STATES

I'm curious how it works out for an alcoholic who's come close to overcoming his addiction only to be ruined at the last minute due to coming into contact with the object of his addition once again. When an addiction is present, there's nothing else that I seem to want to think about. Given enough time, it seems that I can almost forget to become addicted. Yet, with just one small stimulus, all of that can be undone almost overnight. The stimulus, no matter how minor, can creep its way into my dreams — a once familiar yet now almost foreign emotion can embed itself in the familiar once again. Despite all the effort that was taken to eliminate it, with no effort whatsoever, it puts itself back in centre court.

Quote to ponder: “All men are tempted. There is no man that lives that can't be broken down provided it is the right temptation put in the right spot.” — Henry Ward Beecher

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