ten thousand
miles straight without so much as a
taste I’m parched got the thirst on something chronic what about one more hit for posterity? let’s celebrate my sobriety with a cup
of god’s own remedy…
my fragile
remission hangs in the balance I’m excavating
the roots of childhood trauma that’s
not my only story but it’s the one
that hurts the most I took twelve
steps and faltered I know no higher
power the world now seems so heavy my heart cries out for ease but I’m determined to stay sober no matter what it takes
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