I'm in remission,
That's my condition,
Inside a revolving door.
I'm in,
I'm out,
You whisper,
You shout,
But the lip service
Is what I abhor.
If I had cancer,
You'd have your answer,
But addiction's
A revolving war.
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Truly, addiction is a revolving door which keeps on rotating, and taking us to the same point again and again