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Addiction is a Fucking Lying Bitch
Telling it like it is
I’m MaryClare, and I’m an addict.
I’ve been an addict for my entire life.
Perhaps not in infancy, but by the time I was four years old, I had my vices and addictive behaviors. As a victim of severe child abuse, I’m not sure if I ever really stood a chance but I have to say that I fucking hate addiction.
She tells me lies, tells me lies, tells me sweet little lies
She promises to numb things that become too much to handle, and I have to remember that I need to hand it over to God instead of believing her lies.
Like the serpent in the Garden of Eden, she slithers up and starts talking, making promises she doesn’t intend to keep, just long enough to get me to use. She dresses addiction up to make it look pretty, insisting that using is a great idea.
She comes slithering smoothly around the corner again like that snake in the garden, and tells sweet little lies, trying to get me to reason with her. Sometimes she looks like such a pretty snake with reasonable answers for hard situations.
Once I succumb to her wooing, she then insists that I might as well keep using because after all, I gave in and did it again and that means I’m a failure…
