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        The rock is heavy, to dense to budge.

        My resolve is stronger than the reapers nudge.

        Sleepwalking I trip on significant marks.

        Jouneying dangerously in the dark.

        Shivering cold,

        I’m getting old!

        I prayed for the sunlit path to appear

        A path that Ieads away from fear.

        This journey began when I fell

        freefalling in the fires of hell.

        When I started to scream there then was a song.

        Compassionate whispers I’d waited for long.

        Hand in hand with an angel I will not slip.

        There’s a rock in my path & I won’t trip.

        This rock is a trophy but it’s not a race.

        Day by day may new tears wash down my face.

        May I humbly accept; gifts have been bestowed.

        Holding onto the rope I will not let go.

        Miricles happen one day at a time.

        Addiction you see, is not a crime.

        We are perfectly divine as we are.

        Proudly we wear our battle scars

        & live on.

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          Good job

        • #9408

            very well

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