on my first day of sobriety i tell myself i am going to be okay.
the fight inside my mouth and mind turn my gutless guts to mud.
let me sink into the feeling a moment.........................................
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...............................................................oh my......................
.......god...................................the feeling.................................
.....the sober thoughts i day dreamt about. they unfolded into something
nice and somber. I can't believe something like that can be acheived.
Not even you or anyone else can give me such release in such a moments
time. The fight the struggle dances so beautiful in one fluid motion, just like
the wind dancing around in a deadly tornado. I feel it coming back, the sobriety
of it all. It awakens the dark recess of my hope. Devoured by little spirit I have, the motion comes in grasps with reality and time. The alarms are going off like as if there is a fire inside my house. Home is crumbling down. Then there is..........................................................silence............ .


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