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9/14/2018
This day will forever be in my memory
It wasn’t very long before I began my life in recovery
The night before I came to this place
We sit around in circles telling stories of the past.
Some of war, some of love,
some of loss, some of laughs.
We sit around in circles smoking cigarettes till they’re butts.
Clutching to our memories
I don't need your helpGet your hands off meI won't call your health hotlineJust give me my restEveryone is in my faceWhat do you want me to say?Go to a homeWhere they'll take care of me
Perfectly Imperfect
we are all here for the same reason we all need help
we must adapt and overcome to the hand we were dealt
we come from all walks of life some good some bad
Dragging hearts,
Falling feats,
Fading art,
Slowing beats,
THEN
Gaining vigor
Moving on,
Growing rigor,
Finding dawn.
Sitting here daydreamingAll the time my brain is…Scheming, scheming, scheming. Even given all I knowMy brain just wantsAnother go, another go Consequences do not deter me now It won't hurt, here's how Nothing can stop this trainMy addled alcoholic
A Cadet in college takes another sipalong with his brothers so why would he quit?Sitting on a bean bag having the time of his lifehe'd drink away his problems and wouldn't think twice.
My life was changed last summer
At a place called Turn-About Ranch
Some would call it a bummer
But for me, it was a second chance
I arrived scared, lonely, and torn
I was sick and tired of trying
we never realize
how quickly
everything can change
we can think we have it all
and its taken away
in the blink of an eye
volleyball
kept my world together
i jumped up
They tell me I'm an addict,
They tell me I have a problem.
I have no problem!
I don't need to be here!
I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time!
They're trying to get me to open up,
Getting away,
Getting happy,
Getting social,
Being yourself,
Expressing yourself,
Keep it secret,
Only I deserve to be high,
No one else understands.
It feels so great!
I never realized how much I was missing out on life
Never realized I was still in the night
You found me smoking a cigarette and you reached out your hand
Why me?
When you reach rock bottom
There's not much that can help
The drugs are never enough
You've reached a personal hell
That's how I was
And I've got a story to tell
About my journey to the demon
I'm breathing in
And I'm already addicted again
Your love is a drug
I inhaled
But now I'm breathing,
Hard off of your love
People notice the past me again
Speaking. Laughing. Whispering.
We soon take for granted what comes naturally for us.
What's that? A Stroke? Diagnosis of Parkinsons?
There’s a sinister beauty about this place
Chaos lives in the cracks of the mirrors
It is here where my soul meets its fate
And my savior is found in my fears
