I liken coping with an alcoholic to staying in a war-zone.
Like a person who lives in deceit, we stone myself and necessitate assistance
Your injury grows and grows
It slits my neck from vein to vein.
We put sand in you wound,
We place in your wound a huge, and around myself I light the fire.
—Hoda Al-Namani, i recall I happened to be a aim, I happened to be a group
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