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#hopefulsobriety
Your life consists of working hard hours, for not enough pay, hard days Good, great people But nothingness consoles you at the end of the day Nothing to live for and nothing to fight for You have become a waste of space You don't contribute You second guess You All the time fighting the same battles Your heart, your tongue, and your liver, your mind set and your waist line You are so far removed what you wanted ten years ago Fell into a pattern of pay cheque to pay cheque Living through decisions and then later, they're regrets You need a huge change. It is scary, but dockside was the best decision you have ever made Step outside, from your shredded sheltered comfort zone, and branch out a little more Do what you always knew you were born to do! Go take photographs, that mean something Make your life important again Not another bottle and not another regret Do what you want to do! Go to war, take pictures Make your life mean something
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 7:57 AM UTC
whisky letters, to my sober self