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Feb 2015
Slipping slowly into sobriety,
It feels like an old shirt that doesn't quite fit,
Im done with all the smoke and tears.
Its time to stand ,
And take responsibility for who i am.
To slip this skin and make it new again.
Beneath my willow weeping
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Beneath my willow weeping  Az
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