Gabriel Carter Poems

I’m sorry that I am an addict I want to quit but I can’t I feel like I am stuck and a black mass is wrapping itself around my ankles squeezing tighter and tighter. Then it slithers up my legs around my waist around my arms squeezing me like a boa constrictor restricting my breath I cannot breathe. I am bound by the misery of addiction early similar to my child hood and it won’t let me go.

I am sorry so sorry.
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