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You know how the statute of liberty says give me your poor, your lonely, etc., 
that’s me with addicts and alcoholics. 
I have a beaming light I hold above my head and direct them to me. 
Family, friends, lovers, 
something about me attracts them and then wants to continue to fix them. 
But you cannot fix someone who doesn’t want to be fixed. 
You cannot repair someone who doesn’t want to be viewed as broken. 
So they use me up, and then they leave me back where they found me, just emptied. 
(Emptier). 
Maybe I’m actually the broken one, and it’s time I fix me.