A spiritual journey from addiction to withdraws to recovery

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…storm raged o’er weeks, lightening spent a’ore some malevolent ancient God landed its burning plasmatic tendrils deep unto his body yet remained he there in defiance! It challenged all that made who he was, seizing the moment…he could not fail now!

“Hurt thee where thy wilt, tis naught pain I fear, d'oeth thou, truly imagine thine own heart so pure? Nay, thusly so thine own actions mov'th heavens o’er whilst banning happiness below? D’oeth thou believe I’ve no recourse? Truly unto thee say I thy foul beast…leav'th thee…mine vivacity shall remain…

By A. T. Hirsch