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a r t CREATE DESIGN l i f e

The Way I Used To Be

Sobriety is uncertain

It is a curtain I wish to keep closed

As the song goes

One day at a time

Sobriety wants to be a friend of mine

I write like yesterday is forgotten

A new chapter has begun

I ash my cigarette

Full of a past I often regret

Letting go of suicidal ammunition

Now I journey to an unclear, uncertain destination

The music is loud

But lost in translation

As I put down words

Talking to myself as I do

It’s so real it’s absurd

Am I pacing in circles?

Chain smoking as I do

Gone are the ways I used to be

Now is a new day I’m glad to see

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