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Recovery
Contributed by
heartstrings_rewound
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Saturday, 13th April 2013 @ 11:50:20 AM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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Five months of sobriety,
My new definition of eternity,
I think I may have lost my only friend,
And now Ive drunk myself into obscurity.
My whole world has gone numb,
And I think I'm at the breaking point,
If I screw up one more time,
I'll be getting screwed inside some county joint.
And by joint I mean a cell,
All the bars - they pass me by,
Whether in prison or on the street,
This is the hell I've made - why even try?
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Re: Recovery
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by emystar on
Sunday, 14th April 2013 @ 04:14:37 PM AEST
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Sad but well said,
Hang tuff.
Blessings,
emy |
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