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I've got the scars scrapes and wounds, to prove I lived like I had nothing to lose. Living like a fool. Ignoring the clues, I was setting myself up to lose. Not using the tools God gave me to shine in the darkest of rooms. Now, I've got something to prove. The only way is to chose no booze. I refuse to lose. I've had flashes of brilliance. Now I've grown so bright that I can't sleep at night. When I don't know where to go, I follow the light. That light I blacked out twice. Each time, I paid the price. The only good was that it gave me something new to write. To some it's too much to talk about the afterlife. It's the only way I know how to shed some light, for those who don't know how you can destroy, this priceless, gift, called life...

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