Apparently, I can’t count. I keep thinking I a month more sober than I am. I’m so bad at counting that for the entire time I was 37 I thought I was 38. I failed high school and college math. How did I make it this far?
Viva la Rebellion
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I Cried Today (Poem)
I cried to day and I can’t say why My emotions got the best of me And it left me feeling high High from all my anger Frustrations run my life I beg and pray for answers But the answers don’t suffice Blank stares and ridicule is all that comes my way I tend to feel so miniscule More helpless day by day
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