The waterproof plaster on my arm is creasing on my skin and making strange marks. The scar that it covers is what reminds me of the entire saga and I begin to question myself, mostly unsure of the trouble I've put myself into again. The kind of trouble that only amplifies my lack of trust for my very own good. Will I relapse again?
Maybe
Afterall,
I know my way round these things far too well
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