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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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