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Mar 2017
Once....I was adrift on an ocean of self created chaos and destruction.
It's violent waves eventually washed me ashore an island of hope and redemption..
The challenge I see now, was getting there before drowning. Far, far too many of us drown..Before we reach our island.
Those of us who were lucky enough to make it to shore... We're the lucky ones.
So we must stay in the sand...And keep the fires lit, and wait for the others, cause they're coming.. God knows They're coming..
And as they battle through their waves, hopefully...the firelight will guide them home, and they too..Will make it ashore.
It's about addiction.
Forest
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