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When you think the sky is falling That you’ve missed your life’s calling
No matter how distraught we feel Lost, lonely, and without appeal Poetry reminds us we’re not alone, That everyone else is also prone,
1 year 12 months 366 days Every path was altered Every fiber of skin was touched differently
The morning I grew sober was like none other before. One day the snow was heavy, and the next my worries had ceased. I was a new man: outspoken instead of quiet, kind instead of moody.
I am no longer the same but I am still me, no longer scared but able to see. The confidence that was locked deep inside of me. The people I had, and the people I have
Mommy says she taught me bestMommy says she taught me right