ive come a long ways
from planning the end of my days
-from a fake smile
to only crying once in awhile.
i thought my days were numbered,
addicted and a drunkard .
but years of pain, i recovered.
thought to be insane,
i remembered.
to be happy.
Nov 10, 2020
Nov 10, 2020 at 4:16 PM UTC
ive come a long ways
from planning the end of my days
-from a fake smile
to only crying once in awhile.
i thought my days were numbered,
addicted and a drunkard .
but years of pain, i recovered.
thought to be insane,
i remembered.
to be happy.
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