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Breathe

The gift of recovery, is a gift like no other. A breath of fresh air. I bounce back. I recover. No longer tied to my shadow. Once upon a time it was my lover. It's the feeling of spring just a few days in. Couldn't bear to go back to a life full of sin. Would of been ok except I could never seem to win. I check mate on the game. Level up proper. I'm just glad to be here. I'm one of the lucky ones who got to recover.

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