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Think of it as a Vacation (For the New Comers to Treatment)                     Written by: Matthew J. Sanchez Age:(23)                                             August 10, 2019 For the empty souls who think their life is at a loss, I've got a letter folded up, that's as simple as a coin toss But here's the thing it's not always easy It leaves you sad, mad, isolated, constantly feeling uneasy It's a disease we have to fight with every single day A war within a substance that only traps us in a haze Lost in a dark room; a dark minded struggling maze.. wasting away the years with each passing day. You have to know when enough is enough,.. Or it'll only tear you apart ending in death, institutions or handcuffs Therefor the choice is yours! No more excuses to avoid opening an unlocked door, Make the big decision or you'll be nevermore It's time for you to open your mind ,discover new places you've never explored The choice is yours for the taking, cause the withdrawals will only leave you nauseous and shaking Or even worst it can lead you to a hollow grave, an eternal rest in which you can never escape So take the time we're granted as an advantage for yourself Find who you truly are and travel far to escape that internal Hell Because if you really think about it, this is like a Grand Vacation To ease your pain, and find a way to be saved through Rehabilitation The choice is yours, to spread your wings and soar Smash this disease into nothing, and finally walk through the door.
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Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 12:34 PM UTC
Think of it as a Vacation (For the New Comers to Treatment)
Think of it as a Vacation (For the New Comers to Treatment)                     Written by: Matthew J. Sanchez Age:(23)                                             August 10, 2019 For the empty souls who think their life is at a loss, I've got a letter folded up, that's as simple as a coin toss But here's the thing it's not always easy It leaves you sad, mad, isolated, constantly feeling uneasy It's a disease we have to fight with every single day A war within a substance that only traps us in a haze Lost in a dark room; a dark minded struggling maze.. wasting away the years with each passing day. You have to know when enough is enough,.. Or it'll only tear you apart ending in death, institutions or handcuffs Therefor the choice is yours! No more excuses to avoid opening an unlocked door, Make the big decision or you'll be nevermore It's time for you to open your mind ,discover new places you've never explored The choice is yours for the taking, cause the withdrawals will only leave you nauseous and shaking Or even worst it can lead you to a hollow grave, an eternal rest in which you can never escape So take the time we're granted as an advantage for yourself Find who you truly are and travel far to escape that internal Hell Because if you really think about it, this is like a Grand Vacation To ease your pain, and find a way to be saved through Rehabilitation The choice is yours, to spread your wings and soar Smash this disease into nothing, and finally walk through the door.
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One day at a time, I'll turn it o-ver. Keeping it simple now, I'm just stay-ing so-ber, taking what I need/leave all the rest. My mind will fol-low my body in quest. HALT! To turn it o-ver... ...one day at a time, just keeping so-ber. Taking what I need, leaving all the rest. My body to fol-low my mind in quest. One day at a time, I'll turn it over. Keeping it simple now, I'm just stay-ing so-ber, taking what I need/leave all the rest. My mind will fol-low my body in quest. HALT! To turn it o-ver... ...one day at a time, just keeping so-ber. Taking what I need, leaving all the rest. My body to fol-low my mind in quest. One day at a time, I'll turn it o-ver. . .
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Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 5:28 PM UTC
Twelve Step Song
In every one-word world, exotic spaces' gradual state of life proclaimed as a melon . As the urges to divide the pleasures of the infernal forth from the happiness which has closed in to the square-shaped restless less rolling boxes. And what the treat is if all of the souls from the cypress take the higher breaths of the shrew and belabor them unto the points of humanity, uncivilized humanity that is quite bountifully. During this autumnal abscission where the alizarin and pallid arms and edges, crooked and afraid, steep in the sullied tatterdemalion and the mysophilia that emimart
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 5:13 AM UTC
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