Relapse's PulseA Poem by Emily Irene.October 2006.I've been clean for three months, and now you're coming 'round to talk to me. Didn't you hear? I'm nice and sober, and if you ask me I'll say I'd like to stay that way. So don't come knockin' at my door. You're relapse with a pulse and if I let you get inside, I'll be down; straight down for the count. © 2008 Emily Irene.Reviews
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1 Review Added on November 15, 2008 AuthorEmily Irene.Saint Louis, MOAboutName's Emily and I'm 24. I am a girl made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions. I have had chronic pain for more than fifteen years. This means I have taken more narcotics .. more..Writing
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