I don't know how this addiction took hold or why or when.
All I know is that I have become a slave to it. Unable to resist the call. Unable to withstand the terrible shakes of withdrawals. I dream about my next fix and how I'm going to get it.
I've tried to get help but support just isn't there. I've been to the clinics and I just get turned away or tied up in red tape and form filling. I need real help. I need somebody there who I can talk to. Somebody who has been through the dark tunnel I'm trapped in and made it through to the sunshine on the other side.
It worst late at night. When I'm lying there in bed and my body is aching. I fight and fight and fight the temptation to no avail before I get up to feed my habit with hot salty tears streaming from my eyes.
I fear there isn't much time left. Pretty soon my addiction is going to consume me totally. I look back and I rue the day I danced with the Devil and let him introduce me to my downfall.
Damn you Roast Beef Monster Munch. Damn you to hell.
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