Only now, when the drink and the drugs have finally left my body, am I able to face the consequences of my actions. Only now, away from the city and the people that dragged me down, am I able to come to terms with what I have done. My little retreat in the forest contains only practical items, stuff that I need to survive. However, I do have one luxury, a book. That book is Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, and there is a poem in that book which...