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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