THE L O S T DAYS Ziv Chia Wen Tsau
To my best friend, Thomas.
M O N The throbbing in my head is so loud I can barely hear the voices outside the door. I can’t remember where I am, the room is small.
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M a rc h 12t h / DAY1
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Where am I? M y he a d hur ts a lot...
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M a rc h 12t h / DAY1
no more
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0 8:42
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My vision is blurry, and I can taste bitter bile at the back of my throat. My stomach starts to turn and heave as breath escapes my mouth.
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M a rc h 19 t h / DAY8
H I T T
It’s like there are holes in my lungs, and hard as I try, I cannot hold air in them. I can feel blood dripping from my nose. My body is turning inside out. I’m confused...
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0 9:17
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M a rc h 19 t h / DAY8
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shout it out
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loud
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M a rc h 13t h / DAY13
E L 11:15
I need it and I w a n t it. I can’t live without it.
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Can you h e a r me?
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E 20:27
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M a rc h 24t h / DAY14
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P I can’t h e a r you...
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M a rc h 27t h / DAY17
I put my hands on the glass surface and tried to move it, but it was l o c k e d . Through the glass I watched my mom’s car roll out of the parking lot. She sat at the parking lot exit with her blinker on, waiting to turn into traffic.
O 10:15
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l o u d ...
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M a rc h 27t h / DAY17
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I 13:18
I thought she could see me banging on the door, and that at any minute she’d come b a c k for me...
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10:23
LI N I N
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M a rc h 29 t h DAY19
N G
Look at the light, so bright! Smell the air, so fresh! I can imagine the f u t u r e I will have. That is where my life should be.
I need to change, I don’t want to let people down again.
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11:32
A p r il 1s t / DAY22
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19:56
Especially my family.
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A p r il 1s t / DAY22
O R T
C It’s my birthday. A perfect time for rebirth.
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11:32
A p r il 3rd / DAY25
A N G E
R E A L 13:28
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A p r il 18t h / DAY4 0
Finally I’m back to normal and feel true joy without any medication. And I can enjoy the sunshine, the wind, the smell, and my life.
J O Y
0 9:25
S B O From now on, I want sobriety to be my addiction.
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M a y 2n d / DAY54
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