Lost young teen

Young man with a wild dream

Striving to succeed

Fire in his heart

So he strives to achieve everything

That could raise him from his knees

Praying to a sober god desperately for what he needs

Recovery can help the weak restore everlasting peace

But for the rest, Impulsively, We head out straight back to the streets.

This poem is about: 
Me

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