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Oct 2013
They told me there was a chance
It would be this way
For the rest of my life
That it was a possibility
It would be like this
Forever
I would stay this way
For the rest of my life

They told me that it was something
I couldn't control
That the only thing left was acceptance
But I can't accept--
And never will accept--
To accept what?
To accept the only thing holding me back
Is myself
How can something inside me
Something that is me
Keep myself hostage

They told me it would help
That it would help me
Help me fight this illness
Each morning I have to ask myself
If my sickness is what I want to be
Or just a slave to a bottle
Every night one
Each day three
They say embrace who I am
What I know I'll never be
Because I know I'll never be free

Im thankful because they told me so
They told me they love me
I told them thank you
Jerry
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Jerry  New York
(New York)   
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   Nikki Whittaker
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