Who I thought of during my stay.
Today is the day of recovery
Shameless nights of inferiority
Days felt like Nights
Mights were a wild haze
I admitted my flaws today
Now surrounded by white walls, amazed
Kids my age are in the same place
Aloness slowly starts to fade back to place
On my shelf of triumph,dusty i must say
Long Time since i can say a win, Okay
My thoughts are losing its stinga
They drop dead like bees with no stinger
I hope i made her proud this day
I came to this place to wish it all away
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