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POPSThis Sober Life I don't miss asking, "Did I say that?" I don't miss crying on train tracks, don't miss not knowing where to start, don't miss questioning, "Am I falling apart?" I don't miss counting prescription pills, don't miss wondering, "Would this jump kill?" I don't miss being angry and not knowing why, don't miss yelling up to God, "Just let me die!" I don't miss not sleeping night after night, don't miss not having an appetite. I don't miss puking and I sure don't miss quitting, I figure by now you get the point that I'm setting.