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“What I did mind were the nights when I was confronted with myself, the nights I had no girl to distract me, no drug to satisfy me, the nights when I actually had to think about life and face it. On the nights when I had to look straight at who I was, who I had become, inexplicably, I would punch myself in the face as hard as I could. I would pummel my face until I fell asleep, eyes bruised and full of tears.”

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Book:Pursued: God’s relentless pursuit and a drug addict’s journey to finding purpose
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