Whats it going to take
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Head home in a new time, Spending all I've made down to the last dime, Still sick; I hope to find more, Yet my new style is now what they adore, Well off; I am set-up for success, Telling those I wounded; "Sorry for the mess," No remorse or immediate forgiving of my sins, By action; becomes my only way to make amends, Leave, unwanted and shunned, In my new happiness others are suddenly stunned, Still same flesh as I was in previous years, However, now I face my deepest fears, Lonely, untrusted and possessing no life skills, I don't have to live life that way anymore; I now know that kills, Disfunctional, distraught and full of anxiety, I still managed to avoid a selfless fatality, In this game of life; the rules are simple, If you throw a rock in your puddle; you will see the ripple, Chaos now ceased; I find inner peace, Taking the steps to recover from my disease, Listen and share are tools I contain, However, the first thing I must do is merely abstain, For from there I can grow, From there my life can finally go, Forward in motion; towards a life of healthier action, This for me is a peacefully lived cycle; full of spiritual satisfaction. TAKE IT ONE DAY AT A TIME OR LOSE FOCUS ON TODAY! EO
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