Clean

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The years go by

Flashes of my past

I had to grow up

Way too fast


I guess it's time

To tell you my tale

You may not see this

If I should fail


It started with dad

He left us alone

Just the 3 of us

All on our own


Mom started drinking

Not crazy, just fine

But as we got older

It became more than Wine


School was okay

But it slowly got worse

My issues started

Self Harm came first


Carved a heart

Into my wrist

A spot, I thought

Would never be kissed


Everything escalated

I tried to die

But one person

Convinced me to fight


You'll never see this

But I love you so

You've helped me out

Much more than you know


That's my story

I've been clean for a month

I'll continue to fight

And I'll keep having fun



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