No one else will read that book
the way I do.



I was using again, drinking again,
my guard was down
and all the destructive vulnerabilities
were flooding back.



A little coke, a little rum,
a little slide back
to the lip of the abyss.



Two years of standing there,
then turning away.



It was hard to remember
what a little moonlight can do,
it was hard to forget
everything I needed to forget.

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So read that book
and say you don't know me.
I know myself too well.