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Not All Is Lost

I feel myself faltering, Slowly slipping, The facade is falling. I suck at pretending To be okay, When I want to give up. I feel like an eff up. I can’t afford to fail. I’ve got too much to lose, To throw in the towel now. I am strong, Relapses do not define me. I can still shoot for sobriety, Save me a seat to the show. I just had to rewind a little, I’m not done yet, My journey continues on, Because I can overcome This and anything. Let recovery win, Wake up, me.

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